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Volume XVI Plymouth, Mass., June, 1937 No. 1
Published this year as a Senior Year Book
1936 THE PILGRIM STAFF 1937
Editor-in-Chief ----------------- Mary Bodell
Assistant Editor-in Chief ------------- AUDREY DUTTON
Literary Editor ---------------- Phyllis Johnson
Assistant Literary Editor ----------- Jeannette Hatton
Business Manager ----------------- Alan Hey
Assistant Business Manager ------------ Francis Scheid
Boys' Athletics ----------------- Edward Tong
Girls' Athletics ---------------- i Cynthia Drew
Lriris Atmetics j Mary Weild
Art --------------------- Douglas Tubbs
Exchange Editor ----------------- Leo Roberge
Assistant Exchange Editor ------------ Brooks Barnes
French Editor ------------------ Annie Paoli
Latin Editor ------------------ Marion Pratt
Alumni Editor - - - - _--..--_ Mary Curtin
Toke Editors -I NORMAN JONES
joke Editors | Francis Fabri
School News Editor John Ryan
Feature Editor Mary Brigida
Table of Contents
History of the Class of 1937 3
Last Will and Testament - 5
Rogues' Gallery 5
Class Prophecy -17
A Student's Idea of a Faculty Meeting 20
Senior Baby Pictures 23
Up and Down the Corridors 24
From Song and Story 24
Principal's Column 25
Class Poem 26
Hurrah! A Holiday! -. . -27
A Woodland Retreat 2"
Junior Poetry Page 28
"What Luck, Uncle?" 29
Learning to Skate 30
Class Song 30
Cemetery in Late Autumn 30
Woods in Winter Moonlight 30
Junior Viewpoints 32
The Sleepless Night -..33
Sophomore Poetry Page 34
The Twenty-third Psalm of English 3 5
The Sun 35
Pilgrim Life 36
Teachers' Baby Pictures 40
Alumni Notes - - - - -. 41
FOREIGN LANGUAGES 44
To Winter 50
Class of 1937
Plymouth Hi^h School
Green and White
History of the Class of 1937
& INCE I have heard it charged that
^ class historians are rather more sus-
ceptible than most human beings to a
lack of perspective and a fondess for
hyperbole, and since it is furthermore
charged that the true purpose of their
literary endeavors is therefore thwarted
and their real value to posterity im-
paired, I wish to make it clear at the
outset that the historian of the Class of
1937 may not satisfactorily be indicted
on these counts. I intend to vindicate the
maligned authors of class chronicles by
submitting a work devoid of hyperbole
and characterized by precision, let the
words of praise and blame fall where
The Class of 1937 entered High School
with a rather bewildered air, for its
members were the first to make the
transition between grades eight and nine
without the colorful pageant which for
many years had terminated Junior High
School days. The decision of the School
Committee to dispense with a formal
graduation from Junior High School
was apparently made to impress upon
us the fact that we had achieved
no extraordinary goal in the field of ed-
ucation by completing eight grades —
and with this point of view, after a pass-
ing of time, we most readily concur.
Our air of bewilderment was soon re-
placed by another of a somewhat pugna-
cious nature, for we were fighting, as
other classes had done before us, to pre-
serve ourselves from the belittling acts
of upper-classmen and to thwart the
rising interest of Senior boys in Fresh-
man girls — an interest so general that
we must conclude that the feminine
element in the Class of 1937 must have
possessed an unusual amount of charm,
even as freshmen.
As a result of elections, we were led
President Richard Keough
Vice-President Antone Medeiros
Secretary John Maccaferri
The gala occasion of the year was the
Freshman Dance, the evening when our
young souls soared high.
The Student Activities Society was
organized in this year, and we became
the first class to have representatives in
this society through the entirety of our
High School career.
The Sophomore year began with even
less ceremony than the first. At this
point we demonstrated our courage to
break with custom, for we elected a
girl as class president. This honor fell
to Lois Brewster, while John Maccaferri
served as vice-president, Mary Curtin
as secretary, and Robert Sampson as
During this year "Pinafore", an
operetta by Gilbert and Sullivan, was
produced, and one of our own Sopho-
more girls, Ruth Butts, was chosen to
play a leading part, that of the captain's
daughter. Others of our class were in
Moreover, many of our number can
boast of having participated in the im-
pressive Christmas assembly in charge
of Miss Garey and her French students.
Although it constituted a grave dis-
appointment to a large number, we held
no Sophomore Hop. We have heard it
intimated that this was due to our own
procrastination, but it could as easily be
explained by the fact that the two
classes above us possessed an overdevel-
oped readiness to seize for themselves all
As Juniors we were guided in our ac-
tivities by the following:
President William Clark
Vice-President John Maccaferri
Secretary Alice Wood
Treasurer Mary Brigida
In this year the School Circus was
held for the first time with one of our
classmates, LeBaron Briggs, as Master
Our Junior Promenade, which was
hailed with the customary enthusiasm,
was both a social and financial success.
In connection with this event we proved
to ourselves and to others that overhead
decorations were not impossible in
Memorial Hall by our novel display of
The last day of our third year must
have been utterly unlike that experi-
enced by any other Junior Class, for
we were bidding the "Old P. H. S." a
fond farewell. The occasion evoked
memories, for the most part plaasant,
memories such as are ordinarily per-
mitted only to a graduating class.
JV NEW High School — the dream of so
^ many classes previous to ours, be-
came to us a reality, and we were the
first group to have the proud distinction
of gracing the new halls of learning as
It has been hinted that we are an un-
stable class, full of whims and vagaries,
and our varying choice of class officers
has been offered as proof of our incon-
sistency, but, remembering that the
greatest of personages have not been
wholly free from this characteristic, we
point with pride to our selection in our
senior year :
President LeBaron Briggs
Vice-President Robert Sampson
Secretary Audrey Dutton
Treasurer Mary Brigida
The first social event to be held in the
new gymnasium was the Senior Dance,
as a result of which our treasury was
The School Circus was presented and
received with as much favor as was the
previous one, undoubtedly because we,
as seniors, were glad to offer our diver-
We record with some satisfaction the
fact that through one of our members
enjoyment was provided to the whole
school, for the music for dancing after
all of the Friday night basketball games
this year was furnishd by our Joe
Correa and his orchestra.
So the Class of 1937 becomes history!
But, you assert, you find no words of
blame, no suggestions of the human
frailties in the conduct of the Class of
'37? You say— Ah! I feared it — this
class historian has not maintained the
standards of accuracy which she pub-
But may I meet question with ques-
tion in a last despairing effort to estab-
lish my position — is it not possible that
the Class of 1937 was without error,
without defect? Is it not possible that
the Class of 1937 could do no wrong?
"These are especially strong shirts,
madam. They simply laugh at the
laundry," said the salesman.
"I know that kind. I had some that
came back with their sides split."
"Have you eaten anything that was
left in an open tin?" was the first ques-
tion of the physician as he examined the
"Yep," replied the patient, "I went on
a picnic yesterday and the lunch was
left in the fliver all morning."
Carpenter — "Didn't I tell you to notice
when the glue boiled over?"
Assistant — "I did. It was a quarter past
Motor Cop (after hard chase) — "Why
didn't you stop when I shouted back
Driver (with only $5 but presence of
mind) — "I thought you just said,
'Good morning, Senator.' "
Cop — "Well, you see, Senator, I wanted
to warn you about driving fast
through the next township."
Last Will and Testament
E, the illustrious and benevolent
Class of 1937, being about to take
our much-lamented departure from P.
H. S. ; deem it wise, expedient, and indi-
cative of our profound gratitude, to be-
queath the following items to those who
have sustained us in our exigencies :
To Mr. Shipman : A football suit and
helmet in order that he may be properly
equipped to challenge Mr. Handy's team
on the gridiron.
To Mrs. Raymond: A blotting-paper
carpet for her home room to assist her
in carrying out her resolution to keep
her floor free from ink spots and other
To Miss Brown : Individual booths to
be used by Senior history students dur-
ing the ordeal of tests. We seek to allay
all suspicions — hence our parting gift.
To Mr. Packard: Permission to fill
the crack in the swinging door between
Mr. Smiley's room and his, in order to
keep the boys' minds on their work dur-
ing second period study.
To Mr. Mongan : More bulletin space
for his exceptionally fine pictures and
posters. In addition, we appoint Francis
Soheid, the silver-tongued orator, to be
To Miss Carey: A Flit gun with
which she may exterminate pestiferous
Seniors who gambol in the lower cor-
ridor during fifth period.
To Miss Wilber:A new horse to be
employed in her now famous example
for the dative of possession. Her old
nag has become sway-backed and
spavined from years of faithful service.
To Mr. Smiley: Traps for catching
runaway snakes. They may save the
girls many anxious and fearful minutes
while passing through the lower cor-
To Miss Lang: A law prohibiting
checks under a dollar.
To Miss Jacques : A special telephone
to Miss Carey's room. We should like to
do all within our power to further such
a beautiful friendship.
To Mrs. Garvin : More Drews to put
the girls' sports news of Plymouth High
on the front page.
To Miss Coombs: Perhaps a husky
C. C. C. boy might be of some assistance
to her in the office. Her polite sugges-
tions to remove the corporeal presence
seem, in some cases, to fall on barren
To Miss Humphrey: Murals on the
ceiling to justify her gazing upward
while thinking. In this way, much pleas-
ure would be instilled into the teaching
of such mysterious things as the differ-
ence between abstract and concrete
To Dr. Davis: An invitation to a
musical program composed of modern
hit tunes under the direction of our
well-known swing master.
To Miss Kelly: A little box to run
overhead on wires (such as are used in
department stores) to carry her mis-
sives to Miss McNerney.
To Miss Dowling: A supply of alco-
hol — for removing paint from the hands
of her art students. In the future,
students may be spared the necessity of
dashing to Mr. Packard's room.
To Mr. Knowlton : A senior class
which will appreciate his athletic award
To Miss Johnson : Her choice of a
lower desk or a higher chair, so that she
may keep an eagle eye on her study hall.
To Miss Locklin : A few more wood-
en compasses for blackboard work in
order that the string and chalk method
may be abolished. This gift will save
pupils many anxious moments.
To Miss Rafter : Roller skates equip-
ped with sirens on which she may effi-
ciently police the cafateria.
To Mr. Bagnall : A sum of money to
finance a private printing of his version
of European history. Some of his the-
ories on "Nap" and the "Iron Duke"
have proved most interesting.
To Miss Judd: A standing order with
some reliable fruit store for an apple to
be delivered to her on each and every
To Miss McNerny: A new set of
much-needed cooking utensils so that
her talented pupils (especially the Sen-
ior boys) may really do justice to the
To The Class of 1938: More girl
athletes. It looks as though Mrs. Garvin
will have teams composed only of Soph-
omores and Juniors next year.
To The Class of 1939 : Several enter-
prising members who will always keep
the ball rolling in class meeting. Our aim
is to eliminate those deadly lulls during
which everybody waits for somebody
else to do or say the right thing.
Drawn, signed, and sealed in the
office of Ivan Noffulitch and Haven One-
too and to be executed by I. B. Seenya
and Otto Burnit.
Joseph Brewer '37
Robert D. Sampson '37
This boy knows the blight
For it was through his art
That in the play at Christmas
Lights played so great a part.
Popeye may have his spinach*
But Iria knows vitamins, too;
In class she told the teacher
It's carrots she likes to chew,.
"Why don't you go to Pem-
I asked this girl one day,
"Because the heai*t does
When one is far away?"
She hurries to school
At a minute to eight,
We wonder just who
Keeps her out so late.
Butterfly flits to and fro
From school upon his bike,
And laughs at those he
passes by —
For they all have to hike.
With such wild abandon
She chooses to sneeze
That our hair stands on end
And we shake at the knees.
"Man Mountain" Fred, our
Right Tackle on the team,
Is anchor man for vaulting
Steam rollers can't budge
Her Joe's a fine musician;
Her Joseph leads a band;
Her Joseph is her idol;
In short, her Joe's just grand.
Minerva has accorded you
Gifts so wondrous fair
That on you we place a lien:
We would your glories share.
As a friend and good sport
She takes the prize:
At whatever she does
She's tops in our eyes.
She likes to walk,
She's always gay —
And when there's talk,
She has her say.
We're sure you've made a
But still we grieve and
For in this picture one can't
The height to which you've
He wields a dustcloth
With charm and finesse —
A model husband
Could do no less.
The basketball teams
And the plays they u
Nick can recite them,
From coast to coast.
Carvalho is able
In more ways than one:
We're so far from subtle
You must get the pun.
"Why must I be tormented?"
Is his sad wail of woe:
Your plight we do not pity,
You love to tease us, Joe.
He pores day and night
Over figures and facts:
He thinks Period Five
The one time to relax.
Who's her favorite maestro?
We've followed many clues,
But the covers on her text-
At last revealed her views.
LE BARON BRIGGS
A boy who signs himself the
Is under some compulsion
To fire a shot heard round the
To learning give propulsion.
This lad tried not long ago
To make well persons ill:
Revolting foods in foreign
He described with fiendish
The senior class upon this
Bestowed a guerdon rare:
To be labelled its Best Citizen
With most honors will com-
Who owi.s a slow but winning
Whose hair is golden, too?
Who likes to paint the live-
No one but Ruth, that's who!
To be a second Lily Pons
Is all you ask from men:
When we see your name in
We'll say, "We knew her
when — "
To milk a cow he'll tell you
It's easier than it looks:
Which proves again the
All knowledge's not in books.
We know he likes to bowl;
He also can play pool,
But when he comes to class,
He's quiet, as a rule.
When our hair has turned to
And we've come to wear a
Impatiently our children tell
"We must dance: Correa's in
(larky had a limousine,
Kept walkers on the jump-
Clarky ran into a tree:
II is car rests in the dump.
If you lose your combination,
Here's the thing to do:
Just get Phil (who knows
To dial it for you.
To be talkative
Rita's our mimic:
Don't earn this girl's wrath
Or a cartoon of yourself
Will rise up in your path.
Music hath the power, 'tis
To soothe the savage breast —
And so our cave-man,
Puts the saying to the test.
No curtains for Mary!
We dare to foretell
That after she leaves us
For herself she'll do well.
Says Thelma, "If I could have
As to what my work should
The sign upon my door would
"Thelma Cook, M. D."
The way to a man's favor
Is found in no textbook:
Some foolish virgins that I
Had better learn to cook!
He listens quietly,
In doing that
Perhaps he's prudent.
Delly's a good pianist,
Delly shoots baskets in gym,
Delly drives an Oldsmobile,
Yet who's seen a girl with
What's this we hear of
She has an ardent swain?
We hear he comes from
And sings sweet love's re-
It must be a gift,
We all admit that —
If we loiter in corridors,
We go to the mat.
Across the aisles,
And when he does,
No teacher smiles.
When did you leave heaven?
When were you set free?
An "angel" here in high
Is something strange to see.
"Don Juan," says young
"Was only a piker:
It won't be long now
Before my name shiner
If Ruth were but allowed to
As she would like; we know
That she would break the
Made by Winkle long ago.
We bravely suggest
That you be a committee
To ask Mrs. Raymond
To define the word "drippy."
She got 100 in a test!
It was a great surpi'ise —
She fools so much in studv
'Twas mere luck, wc surmise.
When asked if he could plav
Bobby replied, "No!
My fiddle couldn't stand the
It must be made of Jell-O."
When cats are 'neath your
A-wailing at the moon,
Investigate before you shoot,
For Fabri likes to croon.
"Ready, willing, and able!"
That's Mary at our call:
Whatever it is, she's always
An immediate friend to all.
If today at five of eight
You were in your seat,
A free copy of "The Pilgrim"
Will reward you for this feat.
Don't fret about your danc-
For here you'll pet a clue:
Don't try to start in waltzing
In a "size eleven" shoe.
When Benny waves his
We nearly all have fits,
If he could only wear a skirt,
He'd be our Zasu Pitts.
In baseball he excels,
In football he ranks high,
But he's been known to say
That make his teachers sigh.
As analysts of character
We may be all wrong:
But if she's a Saucy
Then we are all — King Kong.
If some power should decree
A miss was worth her weight
She would have the most to
When the scales their secret
I'm sure you all know that to
Compliments and praise are
So try your ardent adulation,
You'll win her fast capitula-
Who does she remind us of?
With rolling eyes and little
It isn't Greta Garbo —
I bet it's Betty Boop.
Little girls should be seen and
not heard —
Is a precept quite well
But that effervescent giggle
Is a trade-mark all your own.
In olden days the victors
Chained captives to their
But Mar.jorie is modern,
She chains them with their
"A man without a class,"
"A man without a girl to
In track and basketball he's
The girl, we'd say, is Mar-
Dottie dashes out the door,
Freely flaunting flying feet,
Chasing Charlie's chugging
That strives to struggle up
A roar of laughter,
An exchange of pokes,
It's "Poker-face" Heath
Telling us jokes.
Into old Polonius
His sword did Hamlet plunge,
And then the royal janitor
Picked up the corpse with a
Believe it or not!
Betty says that her ambition
Is to be late some day:
We know full well how near
To having her own way.
She's hither and thither,
And all in a dither,
Just like an elusive fly;
Perhaps if we hurry,
And scamper and scurry,
We'll catch up with her bye
Rose is an enigma,
So silent, proud, and calm.
'Tis said that people of that
Seldom come to harm.
Coiffures interest Eva;
Before our startled gaze
The latest ones from Holly-
She quietly displays.
"I want to be
And in her
Her skill in games —
Her art in verses.
After many years of study,
He leaves his pupil's bench,
For now he speaks pig-Latin,
And a little pidgeon French.
Lovely to look at,
Delightful to know
The belle of the ball
Wherever you go.
Johnny plays a violin;
Perhaps in future years
The audience of a symphony
Will applaud when he ap-
"Dolly" is a little girl,
A dark-haired, bright-eyed
She only asks to be a nurse:
A credit to her class.
A shining black car
Comes to a stop,
Who is he, Dorine?
I'll bet it's "Pop."
Sweet girl in dress of an-
Most charming and sedate,
How could you keep from
When you played George's
No Mary has this little Lamb
To follow her to school:
To preserve his independence
This Lamb could turn to —
No Plymouth girls for Eddie
They're all old stuff to him:
A Whitman lass has caught
Her name is Evelyn.
We used to call him "Kinkie,"
Now it's "Cookie," it would
It really makes no differ-
If you get what we mean.
She flies into a temper?
She rants and tears her hair?
We frankly don't believe it:
The charge is most unfair.
He's so loyal to his home
Its name known near and far,
That, when he would a-riding
He bought a Plymouth car.
PHYLLIS LOVELL .
We hear you boasting all the
About a boy called Dan,
We've never, never seen him,
What is he, mouse or man?
He hurries here,
He rushes there —
He's never subject
As I was passing by his farm,
I spied a beard and hat:
Who was really under them ?
I'm sure you should know
"Dear Curly Top" we'll call
Because that's how you look,
We're sure that on cosmetics
You could compose a book.
"Last night I went to —
Didn't get home 'til one!"
We wonder, Doris, where you
And what you do for fun.
"Tony" has such gorgeous
It's the envy of the girls,
Sometimes in stormy weather
These waves turn into curls.
When prison gates are
And she makes her escape,
North she'll go to Cambridge,
Or to Falmouth on Ihe Cape.
The night may come, we warn
When Benny's tongue may
And you will find your sur-
On everybody's lip.
We'd not heard
Until she introduced
The editors and journalists
Should bow their heads in
For though they all know
They can't spell Mugi's name.
In the Romance tongues she's
But now we all contend:
"Does she the language of
So fully comprehend?"
We must admit he's unex-
As actor or as homme d'af-
But if it's poetry he's to say —
We're sorry — he's "Disabled"
A counsellor at camp,
A co-ed in a college —
Her violin provides delight,
No one doubts her knowledge.
Twinkling eyes —
He's a devil
When Bunny sits in history
All he does is listen,
This, however, we have
The price of junk has risen.
Unto the boy
Who squires his sister
With pride and joy.
Milton owns a friendly smile
And a crop of curly hair:
Though parts of speech may
get him down,
He refuses to stay there.
She has the Smile of Beauty
Fred Allen talks about,
Though called to serve in
She knows not frown or pout.
"Wee Willie" Petrell
Runs through the town,
In his father's lumber truck
Bumping up and down.
You know the Old Woman
who lived in a shoe
Had nothing, dear Eva, had
nothing on you.
'Cause we know that you
cared for seven one day:
Dressed them and fed them
and sent them to play.
If you have the same endur-
At the job that you secure
That you display in trucking,
Your 'fame will long endure.
What makes Dot so happy?
What gave Jim the blues?
If we don't know the answers,
We beg Enis for the news.
We could think with far more
Truth to be a liar —
Than that this peerless maid-
From studying could tire.
If you'd tell the truth, Marie,
We could know which one
The right name to link with
Which can make the blushes
To adorn fair lady's cheek —
Which one your resistance
With dust-cloth in hand
She's off to the fight:
The teachers' room profits,
She does the job right.
When the shadows of even-
ing have fallen
And the window-shades been
We find our Bill with his corn-
Loafing around the town.
Ryan's a banker
And lawyer combined,
Yet problems in history
Vex his great mind.
'Tis Bob's desire to be a plebe
We wish him great success;
But if he'd* worked with
We'd worry for him less.
You'll find she's always chat-
When there's a thing to say,
You may be sure that Justa
Has said it yesterday.
The criminals will land in jail
And we'll more soundly sleep
With Sleepy Schilling on the
Patrolling on his beat.
A jingle will get you
If you don't watch out!
"A dillar, a dollar
A ten-o'clock scholar — "
You get the point,
That boy Sears is anything
But an ignoramus:
Add a Roebuck to his name,
And then he will be famous.
She won't dance!
She won't prance!
She may be a Ginger Rogers,
But she won't take a chance.
She's better looking
Than Martha Raye:
And her "Wow!" and "Oh,
Are just as gay.
We know all about you, Shea,
We've heard about your
We know you see her every
And, when you don't, you fret.
"The play's the thing," says
"My metier this will be —
To tread the boards, to play
the part —
Oh, that's the life for me!"
His willing heart
And clever hands
For making posters
Await our commands.
Her flair for facts and figures
She willingly would sell
For skill to weild a curling
Rebellious locks to quell.
From capabilities like yours,
From willing hands and such
Are fine girls made. To list
Is asking much too much.
You make no bid for the spot-
But go quietly on your way,
Content to do what must be
Throughout each livelong day.
Since Store Pond has not
Your patience has been tried;
You could not thrill the girls
B-' giving them a ride.
Alfred is that quiet lad
Who has a friendly smile:
From Sagamore he rides
O'er many a (tiresome?)
Our facile pen moves slowly,
We're wracked by indecision;
So many fine things we could
We can't decide on which one.
When things don't go his way,
He utters sounds most weird:
If he would copy U. S. Grant,
He could mutter in his beard.
"Gussie" made a handsome
When she danced the minuet,
But no real masculine quality
Have we found in her — yet.
Ding! Dong! here comes Tong
With an explanation:
He tells us just what he be-
She's something of a paradox,
If you know what we mean:
She's not a shrinking violet,
Yet at blushing she's su-
Calm your fears, young lady,
We don't deal in dirt:
You know full well
What we say here
Isn't meant to hurt.
"Cue Ball" isn't heard from
In his High School classes,
But in sports we're fairly sure
With A's he always passes.
When in a quandry, Hamlet
"To be or not to be",
When tormented, Mary wailed.
"You can't hyperbole me!"
"One may smile
And be a villain" —
To prove Hamlet right
George White is willin'.
Girls like Fran are rare.
She's ladylike and sweet;
The girls of modern times
With her cannot compete.
We must propound a question,
Because it baffles all —
She looks demure and harm-
less, but —
Wat's she got on the ball?
Someone stole his heart
What's the lady's name, you
No mere mortal made a hit,
'Twas Parts of Speech that
did the trick.
We'll call you Zacchv, not
For it's easier to explain:
That there's little Irish in you
Is obvious from your name.
jTWO decades have passed since the
"' memorable graduation day of the
Class of '37," ventured John Ryan, the
president of the Consolidated Can Com-
pany, to three of his business associates
as they sat enjoying a quiet evening at
the Old Colony Club.
"By Jove, you're right, it is 1957 !
You make a rather opportune observa-
tion, my dear Mr. Ryan," mused
LeBaron Briggs, dean of Harvard,
emerging from behind the "Boston
Herald" (not Miss Brown's). Then to
show how his fine intellect had absorbed
the news of the day, he continued,
"Have you seen the headlines this even-
ing? Stanley Addyman has invented a
new mechanism called the Futurescope.
I suggest we run over and spend the re-
mainder of the evening with him. What
do you say to that, Mr. Brewer?"
Mr. Brewer is now a financial wizard,
rather closefisted, but a shrewd business
man. "Good idea, Baron. Possibly I
could transact a little business deal
profitable to all of us. Does this idea
appeal to you, Mr. Sampson?"
"Immensely," replied Sampson. Rob-
ert, a retired midshipman, (who has
never seen actual service) is now acting
as Harbor Master for the town of
Realizing that we were persons of
little social standing, for we consisted of
one loquacious senator, one impoverished
broker, and a Swing Band Orchestra
leader, we had nothing to say. But cur-
iosity prompted us to follow. Our desti-
nation being at some distance, we
climbed into a Rudolph-Diesel-powered
coupe and followed Ryan's Super-
charged Fabri Deluxe Special. Shortly
after starting, we observed a disheveled
characted frantically rending his hair
and exerting brute force upon a defense-
less lamp pole. We stopped only to find
Alan Hey, architect, on the verge of dis-
traction. Barbara Armstrong, noted
aviatrix, had given him definite orders
to build a round house on a square foun-
Continuing on our mission, we were
forced to slow down to allow a person to
cross the road. It was Gordon Gorey, the
famous phrenologist, who was slowly
going mad trying to interpret a new
bump which had appeared upon his
cranium. Further on, we passed the pre-
tentious mansion of Harold Morelli, the
surrealist. Our most opportune arrival
permitted us to see Harold dodging a
vase of the Ming Dynasty, thrown by
the pretty hands of Madeline Cavicchi,
former Edgar Lee's Follies girl. Made-
line had unleashed her violent Latin
We dashed down a side street and
passed the pawn shop owned and oper-
ated by none other than Howard Ander-
son. Our Rudolph-Diesel-powered car
now took us to an exclusive cafe, Gae-
tano Brigida, Proprietor, where only the
best of sea-food was served. We stop-
ped to sample the specialties of the
house, prepared as only chef Roy Cleve-
land (with the voice you love to hear)
could prepare them. Over in one corner
there arose a commotion. Voices grew
louder, arms flew faster — and we recog-
nized four of our old classmates. Sam
Dickson, the head of the United Sewer
Diggers, was arguing with Robert
Emond, head of the Boston Symphony
Orchestra, about the age-old problem of
the best place to park chewing gum.
Edmund Heath, lisping cowboy of High
Street Creek, attempted vainly to put in
a lisp edgewise with the aid of Ben Hall,
the neurotic cigar manufacturer. The
discussion became so heated that Guy
was forced to call the riot squad, and
soon those intrepid arms of the law,
Captain Roger Fabri, Lieutenant Ray
Mullaney, and "Flatfoot" Fran Shea,
entered to quell the disturbance.
We were ofl again towards our desti-
nation, and in our haste we nearly ran
down Roy Webber, billiard champion,
who was having hysterics because the
cue ball and the eight ball had jumped
from the table and refused to be con-
But now our trip was ended, and we
found ourselves outside the Addyman
Laboratories. The doorman was a huge
fellow, Fred Barbieri by name. The big
brute refused us admittance, but per-
mitted those whom we followed to enter.
Undaunted by this rough rebuke, we
stealthily sped to the rear of the build-
ing to climb the fire escape, barely es-
caping detection by the night watchman,
Francis Fabri. Traversing the roof, we
were fortunate enough to find a skylight
directly over the main laboratory. There
below us we could see Addyman gesticu-
lating wildly, as any true scientist should,
and as he always had. He had just wel-
comed his four visitors. It was impos-
sible to overhear any of the conversa-
tion, but the center of interest was a
huge machine. We gathered that Addy
was explaining some intricate mechan-
ism. He finally pulled a switch, adjusted
a coil, and turned a dial. Light flashed
upon the screen and meaningless blurs
resolved into faint outlines. We were
pleased to observe that the mechanism
was a definite improvement over tele-
Imagine, if you will, the surprise we
experienced when before our very eyes
we saw on the screen Thelma Bentley
teaching English in the Plymouth High
School. Entering Miss Bentley's room as
a visitor was Audrey Dutton, now
eighth vice-president of the Chinapig
Bank. Miss Dutton had evidently heard
a new joke and was relating it to Miss
Bentley with much gusto.
The figure on the screen changed. We
ascertained that Ruth Bartlett was sit-
ting in a New York studio watching Joe
Correa, Swing King, give last-minute
directions to a character billed as "the
inebriated piano player," because he
wandered all over the keyboard. It was
none other than Clarence Delano, who
stood joking with Jeannette Pirani and
Margy Tracy, The Harmony Sisters,
and Ellen Shaw and Ends Pizotti, fea-
tured artists on the Maccaferri and Me-
deiros Music Hour. George White, in-
ternationally known radio announcer,
was reading a fan letter from Allen
Cappella, cattle dealer.
The scene shifted again, and now
there was revealed to us the Anne
Hanelt Deluxe Night Club. Among the
glamorous entertainers in the floor
show, we recognized June Seaver,
Arlene Neal, Beatrice Bernier, and Rita
DeCoste. Seated at the tables was a
group of fashionable ladies evidently
having a reunion of some kind. Among
them we recognized Mary Bodell, noted
novelist; Mary Brigida, efficiency ex-
pert ; Mary Curtin, graduate of Consim-
middle College, (who is still trying to
get rid of a license purchased at Sears
Roebuck) ; and Ruth Flagg, the war-
den's secretary at Sing Sing. Sitting
alone, Phyllis Johnson, dressed in a
Hart Schaffner and Marx suit, was
absorbed in "Esquire." „
Now there was revealed to us the in-
terior of the great science building at
Radio City. A group of serious-minded
scientists was gathered in the center of
the laboratory enjoying a game of dom-
inoes, galloping. We recognized among
them Edwin Chadwich, Jr., Authority on
Fleas ; Arthur Lamb, Distilling Ex-
pert; Vincent Yanni, Contamination
Investigator; and Louis Lima, the lead-
ing authority on Portuguese Sausages.
All four each eminent in his peculiar
field, were enjoying a few moments of
recreation before they attempted to
solve the great problem — which came
first, the chicken or the eggl The re-
search work has been going on for more
than twenty years.
Another flash and we gazed upon the
college classroom of Prof. Kellen, A. B. ;
N. U. T. ; B. V. D. ; professor of Latin
at Boner's College.
The Futureseope again shifted, and
we scrutinized the All-American foot-
ball team. Captain Telio Giammarco
was drilling some green boys who looked
suspiciously like Nick Carbone of B. C,
Arrigo Tassinari, H. C. ; Tony "Jumbo"
Govoni, L. S. C, (Lothrop Street Col-
lege) ; and Edward Tong of Colgate.
The captain was apparently having a
difficult time, for the boys still clung to
their high school technique.
Now we observed Sidney Sink Jr.,
whose hobby was going around painting
original mustaches on sign boards. Vin-
cent Stefani, private detective for the
Scribblit Advertising Agency, was fol-
lowing him about, waiting to secure a
new species of handlebar mustache to
complete his evidence for convicting
Sink. Almost at the same moment the
screen showed us Alfred Swift, Chief of
Police of Cedarville, making his one and
only arrest in twenty years of duty. The
prisoner was "Two bits" Magee, who
had parked a bicycle overtime. ,
Ah ! Milton Petit ! great shortstop for
the "Boston Bees." With the aid of Petit,
the Bees have a fine prospect of winning
the pennant. Fiora Cappella, president
of the Kum-on-up-sum-time Agate Com-
pany, is an enthusiastic supporter of
Suddenly the locality changed to a
scene quite different from anything we
had viewed as yet. A huge dreadnaught
plowed the seas. Inside the elaborate
admiral's quarters we saw a dignified
gentleman hiding behind a flowing
mustache. Shades of Neptune ! Why, see
who it is ! It's George Lemoine. The last
we heard from him, he was working on
a plan to eliminate holes from Swiss
cheese. We still can't trust our eyes.
On deck were three gobs. Believe it or
not, they were Abel Carvalho, Richard
Harlow, and Joe Caton. Caton was try-
ing to extract a bicuspid from a plug of
tobacco, while Carvalho was admiring a
mustache to which he had been devoted
since 1937. Harlow had recently aband-
oned his campaign to return to favor the
Another quick change and the Future-
scope portrayed a court scene. By this
time nothing could surprise us. Ernest
Hamblin a judge! but he was sleeping
through the important case of Petrell
vs. Giovanetti. Bill Petrell, the lumber
magnate, was suing Aldo Giovanetti for
the abduction of three thousand hard
pine knots. Petrell had employed Ber-
nard Petit, the famous criminal lawyer,
and Giovanetti had retained Philip
Covell. Philip, conserving his energy,
had in turn hired J. J. Schilling to inves-
tigate the claims of Petrell.
The jury consisted of twelve women
(honest men are extremely difficult to
find) and Petrell's chances of winning
the case were negligible ; the women re-
fused to be bribed. Scanning the faces
of the bored jury, we found many old
friends: Iria Albertini, Marie Roncar-
ati, and Blanche Borghi (still together),
Hazel Cleary, Melba Goyetch, Rita Cris-
tofori, Justa Santos, and Thelma Cook.
Reluctantly, we had to abandon the
stirring events of the court scene, but it
is only fair that we should acquaint you
with the achievements of our fair jury.
Iria, Marie, and Blanche have estab-
lished a World-wide Love Bureau.
Eleanor Brewer and Dot Haley have
made their fortune through "The Bounce-
It-Off Stables." How feminine aversion
to avoirdupois has persisted through the
years ! ,
Hazel and Ruth Bumpus are suppos-
edly rival dietitians. Hazel makes a
specialty of prepareing diets for the un-
derweight while Ruth is doing a thriv-
ing business prescribing for the obese.
We have been led to believe by the town
tattler, Mary Devitt, that Ruth and
Hazel are working together. Ruth fat-
tens them and sends them over to Hazel,
and Hazel works in the opposite direc-
tion. Gould this be a violation of the
Elsie Fortini, Rita, and Justa have an
Italian Restaurant in North Plymouth.
Thelma Cook, we learned through
Miss Devitt, is the wife of Admiral G.
F. Lemoine, and has been devoting her-
self to the bringing up of five little mid-
shipmen. Little George Jr., wants to be a
marine, much to Papa Lemoine's dis-
Melba is the proud owner of a danc-
ing school where all the innumerable
new dance steps are taught.
Next we found ourselves looking in
upon Alice Wood, wealthy society ma-
tron, who was at present entertaining
a group of outstanding socialites.
Among the guests was Mr. Gabriel
Ferazzi, Esquire, prominent business
man of the town. Mr. Ferazzi has mon-
opolized the industry of cellophane rain-
coats. Although this task required
many years of plotting and scheming, he
had finally succeeded in attaining his
Another guest was Mrs. Harold Clark,
(Mary Weild to those who knew her),
who now wore two pairs of glasses so
that she might see properly. She was
sipping tea with her hostess.
Annie Paoli, famous composer and pi-
anist, was playing an accompaniment
for Ruth Butts, famed Metropolitan
Opera star. Miss Butts ended her song
on a note which Miss Paoli was unable
to locate upon the keyboard.
Miriam Klasky, authority on colonial
furniture, was explaining the merits of
a rickety chair to Ethel Shwom, who has
also climbed the ladder of fame as a
In one corner of the room Beatrice
Vincent, world-famous tap dancer, was
showing an intricate dance step to Wil-
liam Clark, the town playboy. Bill was
having a difficult time, and suggested
that Beatrice take a drive with him in
his new beach wagon. The dinner gong
rang at this moment and Bill postponed
his drive until later in the evening.
Everyone was soon seated (three sec-
onds flat) and food was brought to the
hungry guests who knew, however, that
their hunger would not be appeased un-
less they liked fish.
Professor Addyman again manipulat-
ed the controls of his invention and upon
the screen appeared a stately mansion,
surrounded by beautiful lawns and
shrubs. A sign at the entrance to the
drive read, "Young Maids' Home Soci-
ety." This organization had been estab-
lished by and was supervised by none
other than Cynthia Drew. After Miss
Drew's graduation from P. H. S., she
determined to become an old maid be-
cause her gala night life had been some-
what suppressed during her Senior year.
We were shown the interior of the
lounge where many young maids had
gathered. The radio was being oper-
ated at full blast, and music in the
Benny Goodman manner filled the air.
There was a little confusion in the cen-
ter of the room and we noticed someone
"swinging it" in the midst of the group.
It was Phyllis Lovell ! What was she
doing here? We later learned the sad
explanation. Phyllis had jilted so many
Continued on page 33
A Student's Idea of a Faculty Meeting
^trtR. SHIPMAN, tenderly tacking
-** down the little plume at the back of
his head, and clearing his throat:
"Meeting please come to order! I
presume you all know precisely why I
have called this special meeting. We are
here to discuss the all-important ques-
tion . . . what can we do to pay a fitting
tribute to that glorious, remarkable, and
extraordinary CLASS OF 1937 on the
eve of its departure from this building?"
(Awed silence at mention of the
Miss Kelly and Miss Johnson whisper-
ing together —
'Bzz, bzz, bzz, don't you think so?"
"Bzz, bzz, bzz, yes, indeed !"
Mr. Bagnall, aroused by the whisper-
ing from his pensive mood, shouts . . .
"Take a rest!"
Mrs. Raymond (rising) "From a psy-
cological viewpoint, a bronze plaque, in-
scribed with the full name of every mem-
ber of (reverently) the CLASS OF 1937,
would be most suitable. Besides being
a valuable contribution to the school, it
would be educational, inspirational,
etcetera, etcetera, don't you know? I
move that we pay tribute to A MOST
UNUSUAL CLASS in this way."
With an embarrassed laugh, Mr.
Smiley tucks back into his vest pocket
the curious head of that pesky snake from
the wilds of Manomet. There are
frightened feminine squeals and Miss
Humphrey cautiously moves away. Then
she rises and fixes her eyes on Mr. Mon-
gan's travel poster which portrays the
Alps in all their orange glory. (As
everyone knows, Mr. Mongan is especi-
ally addicted to these colorful pano-
ramas.) Clearing her throat, Miss
"I second Mrs. Raymond's motion.
Who knows but that some day, we may
be able to point with pride to one of
those engraved names and say, 'We
knew him when !' "
The determined voice of Miss Carey
"Personally, I think there is entirely
too much fuss being made about this
matter. I have my doubts as to the
worth of the Senior Class. The Sopho-
mores, now! There's a class for you!
They are intelligents, polis, merveilleux,
n'est-ce pas, Mademoiselle Jaques?"
Miss Jacques nods her head vigor-
"Mais oui," she affirms, "oui, oui !"
Confusion reigns at this sharp differ-
ence of opinion. Mrs. Raymond prepares
to rise to the defense of the Class! Miss
Carey firmly maintains her position.
The tension is broken by Miss Lock-
lin's pleasant laugh. With a few well-
chosen words, our great intermediary
pours oil on the troubled waters and
soothes the ruffled feelings.
Suddenly the acrid odor of something
burning assaults the nostrils of all those
present, except Mr. Packard. He does
not notice the odor, for he has become
quite inured to one or another by years
spent in the chemistry laboratory.
Miss McNerny sniffs apprehensively,
then rushes quickly to the door.
"Oh, I might have known those boys
from the cooking class would ..." but
the rest of her speech is lost as the door
slams behind her.
Everybody is growing restless now.
Miss Wilber and Miss Rafter begin to
discuss the fall of the Roman Empire.
Dreamily, Dr. Davis hums ~a strain from
"Liebestraum," anxious to return to his
girls' glee club. Mr. Knowlton and Mrs.
Garvin glance worriedly at the clock. Is
it time for their daily workout with the
dumbbells? Miss Dowling closes her
eyes in pain, to shut out the glare of the
travel posters. They are beginning to
Suddenly, above the hubbub, the voice
of Miss Judd rings out.
"Pull-lee-uz, let's get back to the mat-
ter in hand."
Then there is silence, and all eyes are
focused upon Miss Brown as she slowly
and majestically rises from the desktop,
dislodging Miss Lang who has been
fondly brushing chalk from her back.
"Why don't we gather up all these
threads, these odds and ends and little
details, and tuck them into a nutshell?
I suggest that we clinch the question
by taking a vote on the motion before
Miss Lang . . . "Question, question!"
Mr. Shipman . . . "All those in favor?"
? ? ? I !
We leave the outcome of this remark-
able meeting to your imagination, dear
A M 2
We hope that you will do unto Otir
Advertisers as they have done by us.
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"Stan" To be a good electrician
"Iri" To go to Tennessee
"Andy" To beat out "K"
"Barbie" To be a nurse
"Fred" To be a professional clam digger
"Ruthie" To be the Only One
"Grammie" To be a commercial artist
"Bea" To get up early
"Bottle" To be a comedienne
"Patsy" To be in the fog
"Eleanor" To be a wall flower
"Joe" To be a chorus girl
"The Baron" To be a dictator
"Guy" To be president of C. D. A.
"Ruthie" To trail along with you
"Bridgit" To live up to her name
"Ruth" To pick les "Fleurs"
"Cappy" To be a farmer
"Pete" To be a male nurse
"Nicky" To be a coach
"Abel" To be a second Clark Gable
"Cavic" To be a ball player
"Josie" To go to Tulare, California
"Sandy" To be a mad scientist
"Whacky" Not to wreck cars
"Irish" To be a schoolmarm
"Bing" To be loved
"Thel" To be a nurse
"Flash" To be better than that
"Joe" To go crazy
"Phil" To be remembered
"Rix" To own a saxaphone
"Mack" To learn how to drive
"Temper" To be a fat cook
"Delly" To be a second Fats Waller
"Honey" To be someone's "stenog"
"Sammie" To act like a gentleman
"Cyn" To be Miss Jacques' pet
"Shorty" To grow a few inches
"Bob" To play "The Bee"
"The Great" To be A. B; PH. D; D. D.
"Rog" To be rich
"Gabe" To stick to one
"Jeff" To be Warden of Sing Sing
"El" To be a lumber jack
"Speed" To be a good business woman
"Telio" To be B.A.
"Al" To be a farmer
"Jumbo" To own a flea circus
"Mel" To be Mrs.
"Shorty" To be an interior decorator
"Gracie' To talk like a senior
"Dot" To live in Plymouth
"Bennie" To own a scooter
"Ernie" To be a football player
"Ann" To be a nurse (Eddie's)
"Mare-'' To be a torch singer
"Ed" To be Kate Smith's husband
"Jake" To know what he's talking about
"Holmes" To join the Navy
"Ro" To own a violin shop
"Jesse" To be someone's friend
"Dizzy Dean" To be a pitcher
"Jonesy" To loaf
"Pearl" To be an old maid
"Johnnie" To learn to play golf
"Dolly" To be a nurse
"Renee" To be a housekeeper
"Mimi" To be a good secretary
"Art" To do a home lesson
"Eddie" To be a cook
"Kiki" To be a great master
"Alma" To be Ro*bert Taylor's secretary
"Mala" To be a sailor
"Phil" To keep a steady fellow
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To be a hairdresser |
To be on a committee 5
To be a professional caddy
To be Mrs. f
To be a nurse j§
To be a help |
To be a second Cab §
Not to be like his brother
To own a bake shop |
To dance with Fred Astaire
To be an "A" student 5
To be a French teacher
To meet the King of England
To make the first team
To stay out of trouble |
To meet Adam 5
To finish the bathing suit
To be a certain Mrs.
To be a policeman 5
Almost anything |
To get a good report card
To join the army S
To be a Vagabond Lover
To act like a senior §
To earn a living g
To be a Sherlock Holmes |
To lead a German Band
To be a bell hop g
To stay out of Fords |
To steer a straight course
To find Juliet |
To be a Fannie Brice
To be in a business position
To meet Clark Gable |
To play the bones =
To outlive her nickname
To be in love 5
To be an orator I
To have correct shorthand
To be alone |
To own a Packard
To be a pilot =
To be a Ginger Rogers c
To be a dancer |
To graduate |
To be Mrs. Clark 5
To truck |
To go to B. U. (Why?) |
To stay in overalls c
To get A in English f
To study the 5th period
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1 KEY TO STUDENT BABY PICTURES |
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| 2. 6th Grade at Cornish School 9. Julia Hall |
| 3. Joseph Brewer 10. Stanley Addyman |
| 4. Ruth Bumpus 11. Phyllis Johnson |
3 5. Norman Jones 12. 3rd Grade at Mt. Pleasant School 5
1 6. Madeline Cavicchi 13. William Clark |
| 7. Elizabeth Snow 14. 3rd Grade at Mt. Pleasant School §
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UP AND DOWN THE CORRIDORS
77[HE Seniors of next year will not have
^the valued services of Miss Charlotte
Brown. At the present writing, Miss
Brown, who has a year's leave of absence,
is debating whether to take a course at
Columbia, or accept a position in the
Land of the Rising Sun . . Although we
are the first to graduate from the new
building, the Class of 1937 has had a bad
effect on teachers. Immediately after
they struggled with us, the school has
felt the loss of Miss Hayes, Mrs. Swift,
and now Miss Brown . One student who
hasn't received lower than an A on his
card for four years assured us in history
that "the Shenandoah Valley flows
northward." . . . Our dictionary of nick-
names includes : the office, "Grand Ho-
tel" ; the broadcasting system, "The In-
former" ; the Roving Delegate, Monti ;
Sampson, Bob Boob ; Cynthia, Flannel-
feet; Baron, Dictator; Madhouse, lunch-
room; Phyllis Johnson, Dizzy (don't
think the editors will allow that last
one). Who's Butch?... We heard that
the S. A. S. President (his name slips
us for the moment) was around the yard
picking up refugees. ... A cheer for Mrs.
Raymond for her now classical war cry,
"Come on, my College Entrance Beau-
ties." .. Do you remember: the alumni
Day Dance ; our Sophomore Hop ; the
look on Billie's face when the chair broke
in Class meeting; Morelli's attempts at
basketball (Quel homme!) . . . What
happened to Ryan's eleven bucks? ? ?
the football? P. G. Chandler's lip? . . .
We predict a bright and successful liter-
ary career for Mary Bodell ; a new dean
of Harvard ; a rowboat for Sampson ;
George White's admittance to the bar;
the movies for Jeanette and Margie ; an
invention by Jones. . . . Jumbo should
be a jockey! He and his horse could
always win by a nose, huh? . . . With
drivers like Curtin, Henry Ford needn't
worry about selling cars ! . . . An orchid
(a la Winchell) to Mr. Packard for his
noble, sympathetic, patient, and under-
standing attitude with the Physics class.
In your own words, sir, "Carry on" ! . . .
Billie Petrell would be a good one from
whom to buy clothes. He'll give one suit.
The suit will include two pairs of pants,
one black and one white ; and two suit-
coats, one white and one black . . . Who
was the bright soul who thought Eddie
Tong was a Chinese War? . . . Can you
picture Kellen behind bars? In the bank,
of course. Addyman behaving? . . . We
suggest a violin for Rudy if he continues
to let his hair grow. Musicians can get
away with it, Rudy According to
the high school fire fighting enthusiasts,
a new, red, shiny truck to be on call at
the high scool would make a good class
gift . . . Alan "Bird" Hey giving the
right answers ? And now for a longshot
prediction — Bectause of so many re-
quests we are venturing to guess who
will be the first to prefix Mrs. to her
name. As Dan Cupid seems to have smit-
ten her hardest, and because her ambi-
tion in the memory book backs me up, I
pick Mary Weild to be the first married !
(I'll pay other claimants to hold off and
establish my reputation as a true proph-
et). Punkie's ambition is to be a nut (says
the memory book). Perhaps on Wat-
son's car ! . . . Does anyone ever remem-
ber hearing the finish of the Armistice
Day poem entitled "Disabled"? . . . Tick-
ets will soon be on sale for Ethel's first
appearance on the stage. Between being
an actress and a Socialist Candidate for
Senator, Miss Shwom will be very busy.
Francis Fabri will oppose Miss Shwom
for that Senate job. . . . Warning to
Benny Goodman — Joe Correja's com-
ing ! . . . Best athletes — Telio and Cyn-
thia ; Best laugh — antics of Norman
Jones; Tallest, Audrey Dutton; Short-
est, Joe Brewer; Best period — 12:02-
12:26. And as we wander up and down
the corridors for the last time, all we can
say is, so-long, building; so-long, teach-
ers; so-long, gang! Had fun, didn't we?
FROM SONG AND STORY
Big Broadcast of 1937— Glee Club
Murder With Pictures —
Senior Graduation Photos
Old Faithful — Friday Exams
Wonder Bar — Cafeteria
Danny Boy — Phil's theme song
The Way You Look Tonight-
End of the Trail — June
The Trumpet Blows — Ask Enis?
The White Angel — Ruth Nickerson
Fury — Petrell
Bullets or Ballots — School Elections
Forgotten Faces — Class of 1937
Educating Father — Mr. Mongan
High Tension — Before a test
Rhythm On The Range-
Boys' Cooking Class
Green Pastures — School Lawn
Farewell Blues — Graduation
Seems I've Done Something Wrong —
6th Period Bookkeeping Class
I'll Stand By— Mrs. Raymond
Curly Top — Florence Marshall
E. A. P. '37
& 00N after I began the study of
™ German while still a student in a
preparatory school, I read a very simple
story entitled "Ungedank ist der Welt
Lohn". The translation is, "Ingratitude
is the Reward of the World". This story
was composed of citations of several in-
cidents, plausible enough to be credible,
which tended to prove that the statement
contained in the title was generally true.
I was not ready at that time, neither am
I ready now, to accept the declaration
without reservation, for I know there
are many, many people who have been
sincerely grateful for help given in time
of need. On the other hand, the following
accounts, the truth of which I can vouch
for through personal knowledge, might
well have been included in the story.
How would you feel if you had loaned
a young man a substantial sum of money
to enable him to procure a college educa-
tion, only to observe that almost before
he secured a position he appeared on the
road with a brand new automobile and
was apparently oblivious to the fact that
he had any financial or moral obligation
to discharge? Furthermore, how would
you feel if the months and years rolled
by and no attempt was made to repay
the loan or give any explanation as to
why the loan could not be repaid?
Wouldn't you be constrained to say as
did the benefactor concerned in this
case, "I wonder if it was worth while?"
Again, you are in the grocery busi-
ness. You have been established for a
number of years, have a reputation for
honest dealing, and have served your
neighbors and friends as customers. The
chain stores come in and lure away their
patronage. Then one of your former
customers has a bit of hard luck and is
temporarily unable to pay cash for his
purchases. He, therefore, returns to you
and asks that you extend to him the
privilege of running a charge account, a
request you readily grant. What hap-
pens? When he regains his financial
footing, your erstwhile friend again
patronizes the chain stores, leaves you
an indebtedness of approximately $200.,
and carries his groceries home in a
brand new car. Do you feel like doing
College men are often quite indiffer-
ent to their obligations. I know that in
one of our New England colleges only
about one-half of the boys aided from
the "loan fund" ever make any attempt
to repay their borrowings. Thus they
fail to meet their obligations squarely
and prevent other needy students from
I am compelled to believe that in-
stances such as these I have related are
typical and occur altogether too fre-
quently. I am equally convinced that
there are many other situations which
offer a direct contrast to them and dis-
close much happier conditions. I think
there can be no question about which
are the more desirable and commenda-
ble. Admittedly every one works better,
— with much more zest and greater sat-
isfaction, if his efforts are appreciated.
A genuine "Thank you" is a tremendous
help. But gratitude can and should ex-
press itself in deeds as well as words.
May I urge at this time when you are
contemplating what the future may
have in store for you after graduation
that you include as an integral part of
your philosophy of life an attitude of
genuine appreciation? And may I urge
further that you give due expression to
that appreciation by fulfilling all obliga-
tions and by transcending, if possible,
the highest hopes of your friends, your
well-wishers, or benefactors? I beseech
you to do whatever you can to disprove
the truth of the declaration that In-
gratitude is the Reward of the World.
Wayne M. Shipman
Who ever heard of a Cook
without any meals?
Who ever heard of a Harlow
without any goodbye?
Who ever heard of a Carbon
without any monoxide?
Who ever heard of a Hey
without any straw?
Who ever heard of a Marshall
without any law?
Who ever heard of a Neal
witout any stoop?
Who ever heard of a Spurr
without a boot?
Who ever heard of a Curtin
without any window?
Who ever heard of a Snow
without any storm?
Who ever heard of a Flagg
without a pole?
Who ever heard of a Wood
without any trees?
Who ever heard of a Schilling
without any cents?
Who ever heard of Holmes
without any rents?
Who ever heard of a Lima
without any beans?
Who ever heard of a Jessie
without any James?
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HURRAH! A HOLIDAY!
A S the years roll on, our great noli-
'**' days, both national and interna-
tional, are gradually losing their mean-
ing. The significance of each holiday is
being obscured in a morass of celebra-
To the schoolboy, a holiday is a glad-
some event; mainly because that day is
one on which he may escape from school
and amuse himsalf as he pleases. To
the worker, a holiday means a few mo-
ments of surcease from toil and care. To
the housewife and mother, alas, a holi-
day is not a day of rejoicing, but of
work. Usually she must prepare a
hearty meal while attempting to sub-
due exuberant childish spirits.
One of the holiday attractions is the
creaking festive board. Our principal
holidays are almost entirely celebrated
with large dinners. In fact, Thanks-
giving is looked forward to mostly be-
cause of the noble turkey. The custom
of eating a lavish meal originated with
the Pilgrims ; but the thankfulness of
our forefathers is forgotten when we
plunge into the festivities.
Christmas, originally the most solemn
celebration of the Christian world, has
degenerated into an orgy of gift-giving.
The children of today first associate
Christmas with the mythical figure of
Santa Claus. The presentation of gifts
has its association with the first Christ-
mas; however, presents are now the
major part of our greatest holiday.
Somehow, in the mad rush of a depart-
ment store at Christmas time, one sees
only a mob of avid shoppers hastening
to complete a disagreeable task as soon
The Christmas gift should satisfy a
long-felt want and should be given
selflessly. Too often, he who gives the
present merely proposes to surpass the
gift which he hopes to receive in return.
While the store-made Christmas is very
lovely, the home-made Christmas is
often more satisfying.
Although we still sing carols and
somewhat retain the spirit of good-will,
the true significance of Christmas has
been lost. In the hustle and bustle of
the modern world, we find less and less
time to devote to sentiment. Surely this
day of the year should be commemorated
as well as celebrated.
On Easter Sunday, a day celebrated
throughout the world as a holy day,
thousands of women who do not regu-
larly attend church, come to services.
The majority of these women come, not
because they feel any special significance
in that day, but because they want to
exhibit a new spring ensemble. Chill
winter winds may blow, yet only a bliz-
zard can prevent the fashion parade be-
fore and after services. The choir may
sing with the sweetness of angels, the
organ may whisper or thunder its ex-
ultation, the minister may rise to the
pinnacle of eloquence, but all to often
Mrs. Smith is distracted by the fact
that Mrs. Jones is arrayed in a hat iden-
tical to that one which she herself wears.
Perhaps Memomorial Day is commem-
orated with more authentic emotion
than any other holiday. Yet, even on the
clay reserved for us to reverence the
memory of our soldiers, some thought-
less individuals consider the time ap-
propriate for packing a picnic basket
and going for a ride.
It is not necessary that one be prig-
gish or unduly solemn in the celebration
of holidays. However, somehow the
spirit with which our forefathers in-
tended the holidays to be invested, has
been almost submerged by the material
elements. Phyllis Johnson '37
A WOODLAND RETREAT
'Neath hooded trees of solemn mien,
Through aisles unmarked by human tread,
I passed alone. That sylvan scene
Will long be one I may recall
When thinking of what might have been.
In calm profound the still retreat
Seemed e'er to echo every step
As I advanced with eager feet.
I was a mere intruder there
So far from noise and busy street.
The inspirational appeal
Of woodlands clad in wintry garb
Is something one cannot but feel.
The silence and the church-like air
Make worldly troubles seem unreal.
Thelma Bentley '37
Junior Poetry Page
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(With apologies to Joyce Kilmer)
I think that I shall never see
A sight more wretched than a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed
With signs of, "Homer's Tourist Rest";
A tree who looks at cars all day
And shouts, "Good eats one mile away";
A tree that may in summer wear
Garage signs — some here, some there;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain
Above the carving, "Tom loves Jane."
Signs are nailed by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
Boiling and seething —
Mad with power,
A raging beast — imprisoned —
Steaming with rage
Until it is loose.
Then it crawls down the crater side,
Like many serpents,
Writhing, stealing ever closer
Upon the sleeping village
At its side.
It envelops everything in lava-
Like the sinister potent of an evil witch
Pleased with destruction;
Bubbling with pleasure, it hesitates,
And cools to a hard black crust,
Which hides from the view of man
The evil work.
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§ A summer day, a rod and line, a dozen hooks §
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| A can of bait. With all these things, guess |
where a boy would go! §
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TO A FARMER
Scurrying madly through the streets,
As bees drone to their hive; 3
Onward in the scorching heat
To a day behind factory walls —
And you, farmer, are not satisfied. 5
Yours is the quiet peaceful life =
With the sun, the stars, the sky — §
You do not know the laborer's strife 9
Nor long hours behind grim walls, e
And yet, you are not satisfied. |
Yours is the kind of life — s
Utopia come true, |
Your days with nature all are spent, e
Your love of man will never die,
Oh, farmer, do you wonder why? — we envy you. e
Swirling waters, black and swelling,
Drifting wreckage — some man's dwelling;
Shrieking wind, bleak and blowing,
Angry river banks o'erflowing;
Quaking people, sick with dread,
Floating bodies, cold and dead;
Blazing fires red and flaming;
Disease and illness death proclaiming;
Human suffering, pain, and blood, —
All are caused by a river's flood.
"WHAT LUCK, UNCLE?"
1JNCLE LETHER sat on a downtown street
** corner. In his hand he held a sheaf of
pencils and a tin cup, the latter for the con-
venience of the purchasers of the former, and
on his knees he held Sorrowful Susie, a dilapi-
dated accordian. It was more through Sorrow-
ful Susie that he earned a living than through
the pencils, for, after all, pencils are only a
commodity that one can buy almost anywhere,
whereas Sorrowful Susie advertised Uncle
Lether at least a block off, and when the traf-
fic was light, two blocks.
There were no business opportunities for
Uncle Lether's kind, but on a busy street cor-
ner, sitting on a camp stool with the whining
of Sorrowfull Susie to attract attention, he
managed to earn a living of sorts from Mobile's
kind-hearted public. It was of necessity a
hand-to-mouth existence. Changes of season
were propitious because the people discarded
certain clothes and assumed certain others,
and regular patrons were likely to drop a bun-
dle of wearables alongside Uncle Lether's camp
But dependence on the public was a pre-
carious thing. Happily, life and experience had
made of Uncle Lether a philosopher, if not a
stoic. Years of ploughing and spading under
semi-tropical sky, of struggle against the in-
imical forces of nature and of life had bred in
him endurance. He bore the fogs of early win-
ter and dampness of early spring, showers
and downpours, humidity and drouths, sunlight
and thunderstorm. Sometimes when the sun
grew hot, he shifted his stoo! to a shady spot.
When it rained, he let it rain on him, unless
the downpour became too great. Then he would
retire to a convenient entry or portico, where
he would efface himself humbly against a wall.
Uncle Lether brought Son-owful Susie's whine
to a creaking halt and looked into the tin cup.
He shook it and counted his earnings despond-
ently. It was five o'clock in the afternoon and
the number of pencils had barely decreased
"Spec folks don' wan' buy pencils Chris'-
mus Eve," he told himself, apologizing for his
negligent public. "Got dere min's busy some-
whar's else." Christmas had been hard on
Uncle Lether. Crowds were thicker and more
hurried and more careless. Sometimes people
stepped on Uncle Lether's feet and jostled his
stool almost fi - om under him. He had to guard
Sorrowful Susie carefully, too, because dam-
age to Sorrowful Susie would be a tragedy for
Darkness comes easily in midwinter, even
to Mobile. A dinginess fell upon the streets,
footsteps quickened, here and there a light
twinkled. Soon it would be dark and there
was slight chance of Sorrowful Susie's at-
tracting any trade after nightfall, even if
Uncle Lether's aching old body could hold out
longer. He sighed and braced himself for a
final effort. One more tune from Sorrowfull
Susie and then he'd go home. He coaxed a
whine gently from her shabby and faded folds.
His old tired voice rose quaveringly in earnest
strains against Susie's moan. No clink of coin
cheered his ear, however, so he rose reluct-
antly and prepared to close up his business for
A handsome limousine slowed up by traffic
droned at the corner and its occupant, looking
out lanquidly, saw the old man. The despondent
figure held the observer's eye. Uncle Lether
saw the splendid car, the liveried chauffeur,
and gave a gasp at the figure sitting in the
back seat. He blinked a time or two.
"Lokky dat, will yuh! First time I ebber seed
nigger chauffin' nigger. Black ez de ace ob
spades en dress lak white man, hunk, hunk!
Neveh seed nigger like that befo' Look lak
king ob cah-na-val, he do." ,
Others besides Uncle Lether stared at a sight
unusual in Mobile — the sight of a black man
groomed and pressed lolling in a monster car,
with another black man for chauffeur. Santa
Claus himself wouldn't have aroused such com-
ment, amusement, and in some cases, indigna-
tion, but in Uncle Lether it aroused only mirth.
The stranger, his light gray felt at a doggy
angle on his head, leaned out of the window of
his car and gazed at Uncle Lether. Finally he
gave an order to his chauffeur, leaped from the
car, and approached Uncle Lether.
"What luck, Uncle?" he addressed the as-
tonished old man.
"How dat? Wot, suh? Luck? Hunk? Ain't
had no luck today. Guess folks too busy
ruslin' gifts to want pencils, Suh."
The stranger peered into Uncle Lether's cup.
A pucker of thought creased his polished fore-
head. Then, a sudden decision seemd to strike
him. He took off his hat and clapped Uncle
Lether's old flapping one on his head in itL>
place. "Give me your coat," he told the old
man. He threw Uncle Lether his own neatly-
pressed garment and grabbed Uncle Lether's.
Then an extraordinary scene ensued.
Gone in a minute was the elegant young negro.
In his place was a "genuwine nigger," thought
the astonished Uncle Lether, with a shabby hat
over his woolly head and scare-crow coat flap
ning on his swaying figure, and shuffling feet
like those of a cottonfield darkie. Sorrowful
Susie woke up startled, whined vigorously, and
passersby were no longer indifferent. It was
as if Sorrowful Susie had recognized a master
hand. Boldly out to the curb the stranger
jigged, playing Sorrowful Susie in a way that
awoke memories of plantation life. He was
obstructing traffic, but nobody cared. People
were blocking the sidewalk, but nobody cared.
The stranger paused, a clamor arose. The droll,
good-natured face beamed amiably at the
crowd, and the crowd guffawed back.
"De early bird taks de worm,
But who gwine tek de worm enyhow?"
A policeman came up frowning to investigate
the mcb. But he stayed to listen. The singer
was growing sentimental. Negro spirituals
held the crowd spellbound.
Before their magic had subsided, the quick-
footed negro was in and out of the crowd with
Uncle Lether's old hat held firmly in both
hands. Coaxing here, joking here, and flatter-
ing there, he collected. When he returned, the
ancient hat sagged dangerously. Uncle Lether's
eyes popped when he saw the money.
"Mah hebbenly Fadder," he expostulated.
The stranger was removing Uncle Lether's
old coat and putting on his own elegant one.
He rearranged his hat and trousers and dusted
off his shoes.
"I hone that you have a good Christmas,
Uncle," he said. "I was born in Alabama my-
self, and seeing you brought back old mem-
ories. Good luck to you, Uncle."
Uncle Lether barely managed to emit a
"Tanky, Suh," as the stranger walked briskly
across the sidewalk, leaped into his car, and
was swallowed by the slowly-moving stream of
traffic. It was all a dream to Uncle Lether.
It couldn't have happened, he said to himself as
he hobbled his way homeward along the avenue.
He stopped at a dazzling electric sign visible
for blocks ahead. It revealed two colored
figures on a billboard, one an elegant, suave
man, the other a rowdy, jigging, cotton-field
darky. In letters two feet high were the words:
"Dolty Walters, The Greatest Negro Comedian
in the World, Fresh from European Triumphs
— Christmas Week Onlv at the Arbian
Uncle Lether gaped at the figures — but of
course Uncle Lether couldn't read.
Vernon Kirkey '38
LEARNING TO SKATE
TjT HERE comes a time in your life when you
^ wonder, what move to make next, and
whether, after you have made that move, it will
pi-ove to have been for the best.
that time comes when, on a cool December
morning, you put on a pair of skates for
the first time in your life, and sally forth upon
the ice to seek new fields of adventure.
You slowly place your feet on the ice and
are quite surprised to find that you are able to
stand on them at all. Your pleasure is short-
lived, however, for as you advance one foot
cautiously, your other foot comes up not quite
so carefully. It is not long before both feet
are out in front and gaining fast, and you have
the rather giddy feeling that you are in an ele-
vator which has broken loose and is falling ten
THE FLAMING SWORD
Many are the years we've toiled,
Fashioning a gleaming blade.
May its honor ne'er be soiled —
Hope and faith in us betrayed.
Wrought of finest, truest steel —
Knowledge, service, labor, trust;
Splendid precepts these to seal
Our pact. Light our path! You must,
Tempered in the fires of woe,
Sorrow, hopes once dashed aside
Test our weapon as we go
Forward. Raise our courage tried,
Gladsome hours bejewel the hilt;
Fill our hearts with mem'ries fond —
Friendships that of joys were built,
Closely may you weld the bond,
"Thirty-seven," comrades all,
Flourish high your flashing brands,
Sally forth from castle wall!
May your presence guide our hands,
Phyllis M. Johnson '37
floors to the cellar. When the crash comes, you
sit there stunned and wonder if you had better
try it again.
If the day is sunny and rather warm and the
sun has formed a small amount of moisture on
the surface of the ice in a few places, you
invariably pick one of these in which to land,
which is disconcerting to say the least. In
this event you are not quite so likely to sit and
meditate as you were in the former case.
Finally, however, you get up and try again,
and perhaps this time you go about five steps
before the ice comes rushing up to meet you
the second time. Before a half hour is over,
you have been able to glide a few yards with-
out a fall, and you have learned to fall more
scientifically in order to reecive only a mini-
mum of bruises. ,
You then notice that the other skaters go
faster by sticking their foot into the ice and
shoving. You try it and find that the method
works. However, the following summer you
realize that the method is not for general use
when you strap on a pair of roller skates and
attempt to dig your foot into the smooth ce-
ment sidewalk on which you are skating to find
it a bit more unyielding than was the ice.
The rest of the morning you devote to the
improvement of your technique, and you ob-
serve with cheer that the number of falls is de-
creasing. When you go home at noon with
aching feet, you try to kid yourself into think-
ing that you have learned to skate, but you
know that it will be a long time before you
become a second Irving Jaffee.
Richard Tubbs '39
CEMETERY IN LATE AUTUMN
Still is the wind, in heavy, brooding peace, —
And dim, the light. Drab whorls of draggled
Long-dead, trace slow parabolas from weary
Who, with stark limbs uplifted, wait — and
The somber gray of this ephemeral day
Blends with the gray of headstones, dims their
Did ever grass her soothing fingers lay
On this hard earth? Did glossy myrtle vines
Embrace these stones and intimately cling
To fragrant ground? Did mauve wistaria gay
Enrich the place with jewels of amethyst?
Once — it seems long ago, the glance of Spring
And Midas-touch of sun made gladsome, this,
Awoke its beauty, drove the gloom away.
Mary Bodell '37
WOODS IN WINTER MOONIGHT
The round full moon its bright light sheds
On whitened earth this winter night.
Each pine tree bears its load of snow
In silhouette against the sky.
The rabbits from their sylvan beds,
Small birds from perches start in fright
On hearing near at hand their foe,
The great horned owl, no killer shy.
The silence and the stillness clear
Are further broken by the sounds
Of geese that flee the frozen north,
Whose honking loud makes known their flight.
Now here we see a white-tailed deer
That leaps away with graceful bounds.
The fox in search of mice sets forth;
Alive are woods on winter's night.
L. B. R. Briggs, 3rd '37
First Row: M. Weild, P. Johnson, M. Bodell, Mrs. Raymond, A. Hey, A. Dutton, C. Drew.
Second Row: B. Barnes, A. Paoli, J. Hatton, F. Fabri, L. Roberge, M. Curtin, M. Pratt.
Third Row: E. Coleman, F. Scheid, S. Brewster, J. Ryan, E. Tong, N. Jones, D. Tubbs.
First Row: J. Ryan, R. Flagg, L. Briggs, Mrs. Raymond, A. Dutton, P. Johnson.
Second Row: B. Borghi, M. Weild, F. Wirzburger, A. Neal, J. Pearson. M. Pratt, A.
Third Row: T. Bentley, M. Bodell, R. Cristofori.
= VIEW POINTS"
THE POWER OF MIRRORS
AS a rule, I try not to look into mirrors any
more than is necessary. Things are bad
enough as they are without my going out of
the way to make myself miserable.
But every once in a while inspection of my-
self is unavoidable. There are certain mirrors
in town with which I am brought face to face
on occasion, and there is nothing to do but
make the best of what I see.
I am unquestionably at my worst in the mir-
ror before which I try on hats. I may have
lived all winter comforted by the thought that
I was a decent sort of person, one from whose
countenance shone the light of honesty and
courage which is even more desirable than
physical beauty. I may have imagined that
little children on the street and court justices
out for a walk, turned when I passed and said,
"A fine face. Plain, but fine."
Then I decide to buy a hat. The mirror in
the store is a triplicate, so that I can examine
myself from various angles. The appearance
that I present to myself in this mirror suggests
the police department photographs of a young
girl who is wanted on a murder charge. All
that is missing is a scar across the right cheek.
But for an unfavorable full-length view,
nothing can compare with the one I get of my-
self as I pass the shoe store. It boasts a mirror
in the window, set at such an angle that it
catches the reflection of people as they step up
on the curb. When I pass by the shoe store, I
am mortified to find that the unpleasant-looking
girl, with the rather masculine, swinging walk,
is none other than myself.
The only good mirror which I have discov-
ered is the one in the elevator. This mirror
ncrmits only a two-thirds view, rendering it
impossible for me to see how badly my skirt
hangs under my coat. I have often thought
that I might be handsome if I paid as much
attention to myself as some girls do, and in
this mirror my clothes look as well as any-
body's. I wonder if it is very difficult to oper-
ate an elevator, for if it isn't, I know what mv
life work is to be. I shall run that car with
the magic mirror.
My mother never did like horses, but on
rainy days she always found her friend. He
is called the "Clothes Horse."
Talking about everybody else's favorite
horse, I haven't as yet told you mine. He is a
racing horse. I see him many times in line,
impatient for the signal to be given. His beau-
tiful head held high, he is admired by the ex-
cited crowd. The signal is given and off he
dashes, only to be lost in a cloud of dust.
There is one old horse who prowls around in
the night. No one likes him. I, myself, have a
certain horror if him. He is always seen after
one eats too much strawberry shortcake or
bananas smothered in cream before going to
bed. He is called the "Night Mare."
WHICH HORSE WOULD YOU LIKE?
mTHE five-letter word "horse" brings many
pictures before our eyes. Some are pitiful,
some are amusing. Take, for instance, the
"Hobby Horse." The "Hobby Horse" has his
stable at the carnival. Hundreds of children
go to see him whenever he comes to town, and
ride upon his bare back. He is always seen
goine in the same direction, chasing his part-
ner who is ahead of him, and followed by many
ethers. If wishes were horses, children would
ride them until the moon turned green.
Another favorite horse of the children is
called the "Rocking Horse." He is an unde-
termined sort of fellow, for he can never decide
which direction he wishes to go, forward or
Do you know the favorite horse of a friend
of mine who is a carpenter? It is the "Saw
Horse." To the majority it's nothing but a
wooden rack for sawing wood, but to him it's
his best friend.
23 ID you ever stop in front of a store window
where someone was demonstrating a new
appliance? Of course you have. The demon-
strator is usually a delicious young blond, an
attraction in herself. She is showing the public
how the "Ducky Doughnut Maker" can beat up,
fry, and deliver the best doughnuts on the
market. The young lady, attired in a smart
uniform and rather red in the face from exer-
tion, thinks personally that she wouldn't buy
the "Duckv Doughnut Maker" on a bet. Even
though exhausted, she smiles serenely upon a
sea of faces, — faces that are round, narrow,
fat, thin, kindly, serious, mean, mocking, funny,
wrinkled, sarcastic, and laughing.
That face in the front row, staring so fixedly
at her, was mean and brutal. The eyes weir
small and squinty, the mouth a mere slit. The
sight made her shudder. Her gaze passed on
to the face of an old man, deeply furrowed,
with sunken eyes looking hungrily at the food
she was preparing. She turned her glance
quickly away and noticed over at one side a
young ladv, evidently very bored. She stared
straight ahead, unwilling even to look at the
demonstration, her thin nose suggesting indig-
nation because her escort saw fit to detain her.
The man standing next to her grinned at the
blonde. He had forgotten for the moment his
companion and his surroundings. He thought
only, "Gee, not bad! and she can cook, too."
The lady with him started to pull away. He
Pushing into their place came a stocky wo-
man, a housewife from a stuffy little four-room
flat on the lower East Side. She was followed
by a meek little man who tugged fearfully at
her sleeve, urging her to come on. She shook
off his hand impatiently.
"Poor little man," thought the girl. She
studied the face of a tiny old lady with white
wisps of hair straggling from under a perky,
black bonnet. Her eves smiled at the girl and
her head briskly nodded encouragement. The
girl returned the smile.
Far back in the crowd she discerned the
face of a young bride. There was wonderment
in her eyes. Would she ever be able to make
such delicious doughnuts? Only this morn-
ing Harry had told her she'd kill him yet,
feeding him chunks of cement. She'd show
him! And she made her way into the store
to purchase the miraculous doughnut maker.
Following in her footsteps came a tall, husky
fellow shouldering his way through the
crowd. The face of the girl in the window
lighted. She recognized that face! It must be
near quitting time. Bill always came after her.
He looked happy and excited. Maybe he'd land-
ed that job after all. "Oh, please, Lord, let it
it be so," she prayed as she smiled for the last
time at the gradually diminishing audience and
pulled the curtain down swiftly before that sea
A LITTLE AND A LOT
&OME things that have always bothered me
"* are things like — how much is a lot and how
small is a little? Can a little be a lot and can
a lot be a little? Will a lot be only a little if it
is only a little more than the little — and a lot
less than the lot which is a lot more than the
original lot? Will a little be a lot if it is a lot
more than a little, which is a lot less than the
little which is, perchance, a lot?
The dictionary indicates that a little is a
small quantity and a lot is a large quantity but,
for example, we have a piece of bread one
inch square. If anyone were asked how much
bread the one-inch square was, he would say
that it was a little piece of bread but, com-
pared to a crumb of bread, it's a lot of bread.
If this piece of bread were given to a man, it
would be only a little bit of bread which could
hardly satisfy his appetite, but, given to an
ant, it would be a lot of bread, for it would
make him a fortunate ant in that it could sup-
ply enough nourishment.
Now we come to the problem of when a lot
may be a little. A man, we shall say, has a
lot of strength, but someone comes along and
knocks him for a loop. Therefore, the man
who clipped him has a little more or a lot more
strength than the man who, presumably, had
a lot of strength. The man who had a lot of
strength has only a little strength compared
to the man who overcame him but, compared
to others, he still has a lot of strength.
I could examine this lot and little business
indefinitely but, as the problem is making me
somewhat dizzy, I shall leave its further ex-
position to others. For myself, I shall abide
implicitly by what the dictionary says, — or
THE SLEEPLESS NIGHT
As a leaf goes scurrying down the street,
With the ghostly sound of hastening feet,
I pound my pillow and toss my head,
While my body squirms on the burning bed.
The room seems filled with nagging light, —
"My curse on thee! Sleepless Night!"
And when in a rage, I have essayed
To quiet that flapping window shade,
To my hateful bed I slowly go,
When suddenly I stub my toe.
"0 wretched chair! Thou horrid blight!
My curse on thee! Sleepless Night!"
I smooth the blankets from a tangled heap,
And settle myself to woo coy Sleep.
I find reward in my weary quest,
For I am wrapped in the arms of rest.
As I drift into sleep in the graying light —
"My curse on thee! Sleepless Night!"
Continued from page 19
suitors that her conscience began to tor-
ment her. Then, like Queen Guinevere,
she had withdrawn from the gay world
into the protecting seclusion of the
Young Maids' Home.
There was more commotion in an-
other part of the lounge. Someone was
boisterously voicing an opinion. We sus-
pected who it was almost immediately,
and sure enough — ! it was Doris Masi.
Doris became rather dramatic at times
and Pearl Kaiser by her side tried to
calm her, as usual. Perhaps you, too,
are wondering what Pearl was doing in
such a place as this? It was said that, in
order to provide escape from her many
male admirers, she had joined the soci-
ety and found its influence helpful. As
we inspected the building, we noticed
other familiar faces.
In the library we found three former
movie actresses who could no longer en-
dure the bright lights of Hollywood.
They were Betty Holmes, the star of
"The Eternal Movement"; Mary Geno-
vese, great singing star of the "Follies
of Plymouth, Mass."; and Julia Hall,
famous for her glamorous love scenes
with that great actor, Sir Mahrio Mon-
Over in a far corner we observed Jean
Pearson and Marjorie Harlow, both one-
time dress designers, criticizing the
clothes worn by two serious-looking wo-
men, Marion Pratt and Elda Guaraldi.
Elda and Marion were hiding behind
two huge books, but we knew they
weren't reading because they (the
books) were both upside down. Evi-
dently they were both absorbing Jean
and Marjorie's conversation, and were
just waiting for a chance to avenge their
hurt pride. We hastily moved to another
section of the building.
On the westerly end of the grounds we
stopped a moment to watch Lois Holmes
and Florence Guerra doing some paint-
ing. The subject presented difficulties,
for it was a worm peeping from a large
Directly behind them, in a small al-
cove, we heard Rose Ingenito and Eva
Jesse gossiping about the affairs of some
of the old maids. Eva had been talking
steadily for twenty minutes and we
grew weary waiting for her to take a
breath. Rose had become so engrossed
in the conversation that she forgot what
she was doing and knitted a chain com-
pletely around herself and the chair. We
moved on just as she discovered her
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As I walk down through woody paths,
Through trees of brown and green,
I see the robins taking baths
In springs so pure and clean.
Through bush and crooked paths I walk,
Through every nook and lea,
Sometimes I stop a while to talk
To friendly birds I see.
I pass by hemlock, spruce, and elm,
In a world bereft of vice,
I soon come to my secret realm,
My woodland paradise.
This secret wonderland, you see,
Lies under a spreading pine,
It seems somehow it's meant for me,
For I have made it mine.
A yellow monster in the night —
A creature filled with lust,
From whose magic eyes there pours
A stream of silver dust.
Exultant, on his velvet throne,
His artistry is stirred,
And in a shower, colors fly
As swiftly as a bird.
He stains with gold the mountain peaks,
And paints the trembling seas,
Then with a maze of crystal chips,
He tints enchanted trees.
Then smiling from his kingdom skies
Into this deep lagoon,
He sees reflected, bright and full,
The glory of the moon.
| ENDLESS TRAILS |
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The clouds are playing tag, it seems
This night, and hide-and-seek,
And, as I watch, concerned with dreams,
The moon from hiding comes to peek.
The clouds are chased across the moon
And the wind is blowing high;
It sings to me some strange, weird tune,
I listen — tense — to the trees' deep sigh.
The wind is swiftly dying down,
The moon's round face is smiling through
Like some mischievous, happy clown,
The clouds lie still 'gainst heaven's hue.
| THE TRAIL OF THE BABBLING BROOK |
I It springs from a dark, deep, crystal pool |
g And starts on its long, long trail;
| It flows through woods and forests cool,
It swirls o'er sand and shale.
= The wood folk come to drink by its sides, I
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| As night draws nigh the frolic dies,
= But the brook flows on its way.
| It bubbles along to another stream,
I And together, along they sail;
| 'Til at last they come to the ocean,
The end of the long, long trail.
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It appeared that the majority of the
young maids were perfectly contented
with life here at the home, and they
spent much of their time in reading,
painting, knitting, and gossiping. June
Seaver and Alma Schrieber were busy
examining a magazine entitled "Lost
Some time later we learned that the
small society had been disbanded. Cer-
tain of the ladies could not comply with
some of the rules. Eventually most of
the maidens joined a revolt instigated by
several malcontents, and Cynthia Drew's
lifelong work crashed in ruins.
After a short delay, the Futurescope
produced upon the screen a fashionable
beauty salon owned and operated by the
four beauty experts, Olive Mello, Alma
Lenzi, Anena Rossetti, and Arlene
Keough. All four have spent the better
part of their lives studying in Europe to
perfect their art. Their beauty salon has
acquired such a reputation that women
from all parts of the world come to re-
ceive treatment. Also important to the
organization were Elvira Taddia, the
secretary, and Rita Smith, the treasurer.
Emily Mello and Augusta Tavernelli
held positions as premier masseuses.
Elizabeth Snow, having just finished
touring Europe with the hillbilly troupe.
"The Plymouth Rock Ridgerunners,"
was giving the "bones" a rest in order
to receive an impermanent wave.
Dorine Kirkey was having a manicure
from Frances Wirzburger. Florence
Marshall was reading a movie magazine
while sweltering under a dryer. In the
waiting room, Helen Spurr, owner of the
Cashonly Department Store, was chat-
ting with her manager, Anita Zachelli.
Next door to the fashionable beauty
salon was the prosperous dental clinic
of Ruth Nickerson. Ruth has made such
an intensive study of her chosen profes-
sion that she has twice been awarded a
national prize for the greatest contri-
bution of the year to the health of school
children. Kathryn Sampson, her secre-
tary, was conversing with Eva Pinto.
Eva had married a successful business
man some years ago and was doing very
well. She had just brought her twins to
the dental clinic to have their teeth ex-
When nothing further appeared upon
the screen of the Futurescope, Professor
Addyman frantically manipulated the
dials and then declared in no uncertain
terms, "That's all."
As the four visitors prepared to leave,
we three observers above also began our
descent. When we reached our Rudolpft-
Diesel-powered coupe, we discovered
that "The Big Four" had just departed.
We decided to follow them further in
their exploits. At length we found our-
selves outside the limits of the town
driving through a dreary cemetery. The
four whom we pursued, halted to pick
up Norman Jones who was indulging
his fondness for walks in the dim con-
fines of the cemetery.
"To the victors," it has been said,
"belong the spoils." Yet we imagine
that most of the members of the Class
of 1937 will belong to that great group
of people who are neither spectacular
winners nor abject losers — the Johnny
Q. Publics who constitute the real
strength of any nation.
THE TWENTY-THIRD PSALM OF ENGLISH
She is my English teacher.
She maketh me to try to write to write poetry,
And it bringeth pain unto my heart.
She maketh me to read difficult books
for the course's sake.
Yea, though I work all night
I will be no better off, for my memory
usually fails me!
:>hf prepareth a detailed test before
Me all my days in High School
She recoideth a low mark,
surely sorrow and ignorance shall follow
Me in the presence of my classmates;
And I shall stay in the English class
B. Holmes '37
The sun was setting in the west,
The heavens, all aglow
With clouds of rose and amethyst,
Cast shadows down below.
The colors changed so rapidly,
From rose to blue and gold,
I watched their matchless gorgeousness
More wonders to behold.
And, as the shadows lengthened,
I felt the majesty
Of that far-reaching sunset glow,
A vast Infinity.
Francis Shea '37
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"JllELLO, Circulation! This is the voice
^ of Plymouth High School broad-
casting a resume of the highlights of our
first year in the new building! —
The first news that directly affected
the student body was the announcement
concerning the postponement of the
opening date of school. Although all
looked eagerly forward to entering the
new structure, an added vacation was
On November 16, parents turned out
en masse to inspect the new building
and to attend the formal dedication ex-
ercises. All were sincere in their praises.
Earlier in the day the students had par-
ticipated in their own dedication cere-
monies. The guest speaker on that oc-
casion was Dean Richard M. Gummere
of Harvard University, Department of
With the formality of the opening of
the new school over, we eagerly awaited
the first dramatic presentation. This
came to us in the form of a presentation
entitled, "The First Thanksgiving
Dinner". The play, the first to be en-
acted on the stage of our new $328,000
building, was presented by Juniors
under the direction of Miss Humphrey
and Miss Judd. Now, certainly, our dra-
matists will rise to new heights. —
Joy swept through the Senior class ! !
It had been promised the first date
for a dance in the new gymnasium.
December 4, 1936, was the date and,
after the committee had labored long
and had experienced jangled nerves, the
dancers arrived and the evening proved
Close upon this affair, in fact only one
week later, came the Fall Sports Dance.
Needless to say that with the hustling of
all athletes under the direction of Mr.
Knowlton and Mrs. Garvin, this affair
was also a success. —
As might be expected when inspired
by a new building, a new feature was in-
troduced this year by the Massasoit
Chapter of the National Honor Society.
This innovation, Alumni Day, was well
attended by graduates who visited with
teachers, inspected the building, and en-
joyed a program prepared especially for
them. Talks by Miss Laura Brown and
Gilbert Harlow proved to be very inter-
esting, and these, in conjunction with a
special musical program, provided an in-
teresting assembly. Because of the suc-
cess of Alumni Day, the Honor Society
plans to make it an annual event. —
"Christmas comes but once a year !"
sang the Seniors. But it came too quickly
this year, and the idea of a Christmas
play was abandoned. Instead, under the
guidance of Mrs. Raymond, the seniors
presented a series of tableaux portray-
ing, "Christmas Then and Now, at
Home and Abroad." This was a varia-
tion from the usual Christmas assem-
blies, and was well received by the
March 19 saw our attention focused
on Memorial Hall where the 2nd Annual
Circus was held. The Circus, or Vau-
Devil show, included twenty acts of ac-
robatic feats, tap dancing, tumbling,
and novelty dances. So successful was
the Circus this year that plans are al-
ready underway for next year's per-
On April 15 the members of the
Student Activities Society played host
to the Southeastern Branch of Student
Activities Societies. Two hundred- pupils
from various schools were present when
President Morelli called the meeting to
order at 4:00 o'clock. Round-table
discussion followed the business meet-
ing and dancing preceded the supper at
6:30. A variety of entertainment was
presented to the guests during the
supper hour, and the meeting was ad-
journed at 8:30.
Under the sponsorship of the Student
Activities Society, the students were
priviledged to see three exceedingly en-
tertaining assemblies ; one on liquid air,
a musical program, and an illustrated
lecture on the Klondike (Page Baron
Munchausen!). These programs were
beyond a doubt the kind of entertain-
ment which educates as well as amuses.
"First in War, First in Peace," and
First President to visit our new school
was George Washington. George, im-
personated by Lawrence Hart, was the
feature of the Washington Assembly. Mr.
Washington was heard to exclaim that
the minuet danced by Junior and Senior
girls was the best he had seen since
"early plantation days". Miss Brown
and Mr. Bagnell were the teacher spon-
These events are only the most out-
standing ones of the year. We all remem-
ber many other pleasing interludes that
will always be associated with our high
school days. Remember the "Great
Bruce" — you tell me how he escaped
from the trunk; the Olympian Male
Quartet, Zing, Zang, Zoom ! Zum ! ; the
world's cihampion typist, Mr. George
Hossfield ; the various movies by Luther
Peck; and the presentation of "Snow
Trails of 1936"?—
Surely, circulation, you will agree
that the past year has been one of great
progress for Plymouth High School. We
predict a glorious future for it.
So until our next news roundup, the
voice of Plymouth High bids you, "Make
HOBO CODE OF ETHICS
1. That no Hobo should go to work 'til
every married man has secured a
2. 'Til every single man has a good job.
3. Then, if there are any jobs left over,
we Hoboes will take a look at them.
Teacher (jocularly) : "Do you know
anything worse than a giraffe with a
Pupil : "Yes, sir, a centipede with
Two students on a train were discussing
their keen sense of sight and hearing.
One said, "Do you see that barn over
there on the horizon?"
"Can you see that fly walking around on
the roof of that barn?"
"No, but I can hear the shingles crack
when he steps on them !"
"Why do you always address the letter
carrier as professor?"
"It's sort of an honorary title. You see
I'm taking a course by mail."
First Row: R. Flagg, A. Dutton, L. Briggs, Miss Carey, J. Ryan, M. Curtin, M. Brigida.
Second Row: E. Shwom, M. Tracv, M. Bodell, P. Johnson, A. Neal, J. Pearson, H.
Belcher, M. Weild, A. Paoli, B. Paty.
Third Row: F. Scheid, W. Tedeschi, A. Galvani, F. Fabri, R. Sampson, L. Roberge, C.
Delano, I. Albertini.
7|THIS is Jimmy Fuddler broadcasting
^ to you from Plymouth where his
sponsor, the 1937 "Pilgrim", has just
appeared arrayed, not in Puritanical
gray and brown, but in refreshing
green and white !
And here are the latest flashes in the
world of school publications as seen by
your commentator's gimlet eye.
Flash ! The originality, arrangement,
and design of the magazines which have
come to my desk are of such an order
that my job of reviewing has been made
a light and pleasant task.
Flash ! "Snooper Says", a zestf ul
gossip column, was one of the many
bright spots in that attractive red and
silver St. Valentine's issue of the
"Wampatuck" from Braintree High.
Flash! Notes from my little Black
Open letter to the editor of the
"Unquity Echo", Milton High School :
Dear Ed :
Yellow roses to you for that top-notch
magazine of yours! The cover design
was good, the editorials well done
(especially the one entitled "Sour
Grapes") and the cartoons clever.
Congratulations and commendations
to you and your staff. It's satisfying to
produce a magazine which is so good
that your successor will have to look
alive in order to maintain your stand-
(Memo: Ask editor of "The Abhis",
Abington High, how his business man-
ager corralled so many advertisements.
Did he take a course in order to develop
a forceful personality, or did he use a
I enjoyed perusing that cheerful little
magazine, the "Orange Leaf" from
Orange High School, Orange, New
Jersey. It was fruitful (Yes, — I know
that's awful !) with humor which had its
origin in amusing school events.
Now for that enterprising bird, "The
Partridge", which jusi: flew from Dux-
bury High School. It's feathered with
quality and it wings over all the school
news, reporting dances, plays, other
school functions, and gossipy tidbits in
true newspaper style.
Reviews of the school magazines !
"The Blue Flame"— Hopedale High
Ding Ding Ding! A three-bell maga-
This is a mimeographed issue, en-
tiiely student-manufactured. A noble
effort, I'd say, and one that bears watch-
"Girls' High Magazine", Plymouth,
Ding Ding Ding! A three-bell publi-
The size of both magazine and type is
smaller than we commonly find in
America, and the paper contains detailed
accounts of school events. There is a fine
literary section, but may we suggest a
joke column or, perhaps, a trifle, the
merest iota of humor in your write-ups?
The British restraint we have heard of,
we find in your publication.
"The Dome", Richmond Hill High
School, Richmond Hill, New York.
Ding Ding Ding Ding! A four-bell
A superior magazine in all respects
is this issue of your year book. The lay-
out is artistic, the cover original, the
poems of great merit, and the essays,
especially that entitled "On Eating Spa-
ghetti", very "giggleable".
I acknowledge these magazines which
I received with pleasure : "The Sema-
phore", Stoughton High School; "The
Chronicle", Preparatory School for
Boys, Philadelphia, Pa. ; "The Climber",
But my time is up, and I hasten to
wrap up my gimlet eye in tissue paper
for safe keeping.
Until next spring, this is your Plym-
outh High School commentator, Jimmy
Fuddler, saying, "Goodbye to you — and
I do mean you!"
BELIEVE IT OR NOT !
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SHIS is the Roving Reporter, folks,
speaking to you from the corridor
of the Memorial Building where the
Junior Promenade, another gala affair
of '37, is about to begin. Many celebri-
ties, among them many of our alumni,
are arriving, and we may be able to get
some of them to say a few words to you
through the microphone.
Our first celebrity is Dean Beytes. He
can almost surely be counted upon to
give to you his idea of Mass. State — that
is, unless his attitude toward the spoken
word has changed a great deal.
"Unaccustomed as I am to public
speaking, I will tell you that I think a
freshman's life can be full of strange
and wondrous experiences."
It must be that Mass. State has
changed Dean. He's gone terse and pla-
titudinous on us.
Here is a group of last year's gradu-
ates led by Lucy Mayo and Pauline Viau.
Lucy and Pauline apparently will not
trust themselves to the microphone be-
cause they are hurrying by with averted
gaze, but it's no secret that they both
attend Chandler Secretarial School in
Behind them stroll Jean Whiting and
Alba Martinelli, both from Bridgewater
State Teachers College. Alba is most
willing to say a few words to you, and
Jean indicates that Alba can very easily
speak for both of them so — the micro-
phone is yours, Alba.
"It certainly seems good to be here,
and I am pleasantly reminded of the
Junior Prom of the Class of 1936. There
will never be another one like that. Since
we have been attending Bridgewater
and have been learning the duties of a
teacher, we can tell you, without exag-
geration, that the life of a teacher is a
very serious one. We have learned why
a teacher very seldom giggles, why she
frowns at childish pranks, and why she
looks as if she bore the burdens of the
world upon her shoulders. Nevertheless
it is the life we have chosen, and we
don't regret it — yet."
But there may be a little difference of
opinion, for here comes Margaret Dono-
van, a girl who preferred another school
in which to get her teacher training.
Struggles do not seem to have dampened
her spirits, however. We can only hope
that these girls will add to the prestige
of Plymouth High as they seek success
Here comes Virginia Wood, tripping
through the hall in an unladylike fash-
ion in order to catch up with Lucy Mayo
and the rest of her friends. She won't
pause to say a word, and, even if she
would, she could hardly be coherent be-
cause she is practically breathless. On
her way past the microphone she asks
me to tell you that she is now attending
Boston University, but she still feels that
the days in Plymouth High School were
the happiest. We have heard that Vir-
ginia would like to transfer to a school
in the deep south where there is a
climate more to her liking.
Our next celebrity is a person who is
not attending college. Katherine Samp-
son labors in the office of the Puritan
Mills, a very capable secretary, I have
Katherine Christie and Arlene Dries
are too bashful to speak to "their
public", but they wish me to tell you that
they did the right thing when they en-
rolled at Bryant College. It's a good
thing that Lucy Mayo and Pauline Viau
have already entered the hall — for the
Misses Christie and Dries tell me that
they have decided to become the
"world's best" stenographers.
Norma Caswell and Thelma Birnstein
approach us with the information that
they are working at the Metropolitan
Life Insurance Office. Glad the glitter-
ing World Outside hasn't lured you from
our midst, girls.
Well, well, well, here come some of
our old friends whom we haven't seen
together for a long time. Marjorie Can-
toni and Natalie Rubinstein are just ap-
proaching. Natalie's manner is some-
what restrained, but Margie is not
afflicted in the same manner. She's as
voluble as ever.
"It's trite but true — Life's no bed of
roses, but it takes more than a course at
Simmons to keep two good girls down."
As enterprising as ever, Margie!
Here are two guests who believe what
was good enough for their sisters is
good enough for them, Barbara Mellor,
who is attending Wellesley College, and
Lucy Holmes, who graces the halls of
Dorothy Perkins and Harriet Eld-
ridge now appear to inform us that they
are public servants — serving the public
in Smith's News Store.
Just a minute, folks !
Here is our old sports champ, Brad
Martin, who is — yes, he is — going to say
First Row: Miss Locklin, Miss Rafter, Miss Brown, Mr. Shipman, Mr. Mongan, Mrs.
Raymond, Miss Judd.
Second Row: Miss Coombs, Miss Jacques, Miss Humphrey, Miss McNerny, Miss
Dowling, Miss Kelly, Miss Lang, Miss Carey.
Third Row: Mr. Packard, Mr. Bagnall, Mr. Smiley, Br. Davis, Mr. Knowlton.
STUDENTS ACTIVITIES SOCIETY
First Row: J. Cavicchi. A. Dutton, A. Paoli, P. Johnson, S. Brewster, A. Morelli, M.
Weild, C. Drew, M. Tracy, M. Bodell, M. Brigida, A. Hey.
Second Row: Mr. Smiley, Miss Rafter, B. Barnes, R. Tubbs, J. Holmes, B. Drew, V.
Vinton, Mr. Shipman, F. Scheid, E. Tong, V. Kirkey, H. Longhi, Miss Brown, Mr.
Third Row: E. Bradford, A. Galvani, F. Kritzmacher, W. Tedeschi, J. Ryan, R. Sampson,
P. Godfrey, L. Roberge, L. Briggs, M. Garuti.
a few words to you. It's not likely that
Brad will tell you that he is something
of a student in English, so I'd better do
it for him. Keep up the good work, Brad.
"By the looks of the crowd and the
decorations, we are going to have a
swell time tonight, and boy ! am I going
to be able to enjoy it because, let me tell
you, spring football is not all play. Still
I have enough energy left to have a good
We are informed that Dorothy
Rogers, a graduate of the Class of '36,
is working at the local telephone ex-
change, while she nurses the hope of at-
tending Forsythe Dental School next
Plymouth High School's debt to the
Navy was paid when we sent it
"Scotchie" Strong. He is here tonight
but, since he is obviously avoiding the
microphone, we won't press him further.
A little late, as usual, are Jeanette
Goodwin and Katherine Lahey. We have
heard that Jeanette is already scouting
around to find parents who will send
their progeny to her to have their teeth
cleaned after she graduates from
Forsythe Dental School — which reminds
us that Theresa Govi is a roommate of
Jeanette's. Katherine Lahey is conduct-
ing a similar campaign, only she is
searching for parents who will send
their offspring to school to her when she
graduates from Bridgewater State
Teachers College — if and when.
Here comes the great Motor-man,
Gerald Mayo. Jerry attends General
Electric and, since he has been at school,
he has learned how to induce his car to
operate in a less flamboyant manner.
Check me if I'm wrong, Jerry.
Apparently Frances Johnson doesn't
mind those long train rides into Boston
each day — or at least they don't sap so
much of her energy that she can't enjoy
Well, well, well, if it isn't our former
P. H. S. orator and his friend. Welcome,
weary travellers. It must have been a
tedious process to thumb rides all the
way from Michigan State University to
Plymouth. Mr. Caramello, will you
speak to the interested audience? Excuse
me, there seems to be a little difficulty
because Stephen Cappanari is pushing
his way to the microphone. Well, all
right, Stephen, if you feel that you can't
trust the job to Tony.
"Hello, folks, it sure does feel good to
be back here in the East. We left Michi-
gan University at ten o'clock one morn-
ing and we were able to get a ride with
Mr. and Mrs. Smith from San Francisco.
When we got out of their car, along
came Miss Jones from Utah eager to
give us a lift. When this delightful (and
it was delightful, wasn't it, Tony?) ride
came to an end, we had rather a long
wait because for an hour and a half no
car at all passed us. Tony and I started
to walk, but we hadn't gone very far
I'm awfully sorry to have to interrupt
you because, although you have doubt-
less had a very interesting trip, we must
get on with our interviews. I am sure
that some of our classmates already in
the hall have learned to be good listen-
Walter Deacon, who has recently been
admitted to Tuft's Medical School, has
a message for you : "I'm trying to devel-
op a good bedside manner. I do hope
you'll like it!" ,
Babe James has established himself as
an all-round athlete at a Florida Agri-
cultural School. Not that we expected
And now the breezes of Lake Cham-
plain have blown Dorothy Holmes home
to us from Vermont University. We hear
you've gone literary. How about it, Dot?
We thought we had some weary
travellers when Stephen and Tony ap-
peared, but here is one who should be
equally as travel-worn! It's Ruth But-
tner from Oberlin College, Ohio. But
she looks as charming as ever and quite
unconquered by the miles.
The Three Musketeers from Bridge-
water are just arriving, Shirley Dutton,
"the little big girl" who leads them on,
Jeanette Martin, who does the talking
for the three, and Dorothy Perkins, who
does the listening for all of them. Well,
"Perhaps you are well enough ac-
quainted with us to believe that we have
tried our best, and with more or less suc-
cess, not to discredit Plymouth High.
Since I am speaking for the three of us,
I can tell you that Shirley makes the
best of managers of the school store.
Dot has just been chosen secretary of
her class — and we who know her ex-
pect her to fill the office with distinc-
Carlo Guidaboni and Robert Martin
are representing Tuft's with much vol-
ubility. I could almost believe that they
get a commission on all those whom they
can lead to its door, so loudly do they
sing the praises of that school.
We catch a glimpse of Francis
Lavache as he and Viola Petit stroll
quietly to their seats.
Florence Armstrong is among the late
Continued on page 50
LE PETIT BAVARD
Nous savons tous que la plupart du
temps nous sommes diligents ; mais bien
sur il faut rire aussi — il faut etre heur-
eux et gais. Et e'est pour cela que nous
voulions vous offrir cette annee quelque
chose de different, quelque chose de
leger, quelque chose qui (nous esperons)
vous amusera beaucoup.
Ainsi pour la premiere fois la classe
de francais de la troisieme annee veut
que vous fassiez la connaissance de leur
journal intitule "Le Petit Bavard".
Vous n'y trouverez rien d'extraordinaire
mais voyons ce que vous en pensez.
Voici des incidents qui se sont vrai-
ment passes: —
IL SAVAIT CE DONT IL PARLAIT
Un groupe de garcons de la quatrieme
annee de notre ecole discutaient ce qu'ils
allaient porter pour la sortie et la soiree
de la classe.
Quelqu'un a dit qu'il serait trop prod-
igue d'acheter deux complets nouveaux
pour les deux affaires.
Voici la reponse d'un des garcons, de
qui on entend d'autres histoires :
— II ne faut pas acheter deux complets
nouveaux. Pour la sortie, nour pouvons
porter le pantalon blanc et le veston
noir, et pour la soiree le pantalon noir et
le veston blanc! Mais ncn! II ne faut pas
acheter deux complets nouveaux.
JONAH ET LA BALEINE
Un jour dans la classe de latin nous
parlions des miracles. Le professeur a
dit que beaucoup de vieux miracles
pouvaient etre expliques maintenant.
Par example — dit elle — il y a dans la
Bible l'histoire de Jonah et la baleine.
Aujourd' hui, des hommes pensent que
peut-etre cette histoire est vraie. lis
disent qu'il est possible que Jonah ait
vraiment avale la baleine.
LE GROS COCHON
Le petit Jean a couru chez lui tres
vite apres qu'il a vu pour la premiere
fois un grand cochon mort. Ce cochon
etait suspendu du plafond dans une
Papa! a-t-il crie. Que pensez-vous que
j'aie vu dans la boucherie?
Qu'est-ce que vous avez vu? demanda
le pere un peu irrite.
J'ai vu un cochon aussi gros que vous !
Un jour le professeur a donne a la
classe des mots a expliquer. Un des mots
est "huitre". Le prochain jour, quand la
classe etait arrivee le professeur a com-
mence avec les mots. II a demande a un
etudiant a son tour:
"M. Jones, quest-ce que e'est qu'un
"Un huitre," a dit monsieur Jones,
apres qu'il avait pense un peu, "est un
petit animal avec un pardessus dur."
Le professeur qui pose plusieurs ques-
tions au sujet des problemes phychologi-
Une fille qui fait beaucoup de voyages
Le plus grand garcon de l'ecole? (et
le plus maigre aussi)
Un garcon qui est venu a l'ecole avec
un oeil poche.
Un eleve qui joue beaucoup de roles
dans des drames ; peut-etre sera-t-elle
une autre Fannie Brice?
Une futur auteur, artiste, et linguiste?
Une petite et une grande, deux com-
Un garcon qui cire les souliers pour
Un garcon qui va a New Hampshire
en et? ou il joue de son violin aux vaches
et aux cochons?
Un professeur oui porte toujours de
l'ccriture sur son dos.
LISEZ CES BONS PROVERBES
Chien qui aboie ne mord que peu sou-
vent — John Macafferi
Paris ne s'est pas fait en un jour
— Neither were Seniors
Tout ira a point a qui sait attendre
— Thus say the faculty
II n'y a pas de roses sans epines
II vaut son pesant d'or
— LeBaron Briggs
La parole est d'argent, le silence est
d'or — Students in Corridor
Rira bien qui rira le dernier
— Norman Jones
Tout ce qui reluit n'est pas or
— A week's absence
Vouloir c'est pouvoir
—To the Class of 1937
On connait ses amis au besoin
— Translating a French passage
VOICI DES LIVRES FRANCAS QUI
PEUVENT VOUS INTERESSES :—
Les Miserables (Hugo)
— Third year French students
A Cheval (De Maupassant)
Apparatus day in the "gym"
Une Vendetta (De Maupassant)
— Over graduation partners
Decouverte (De Maupassant)
— Copying some one's home lesson
La Chute des Anges ,
— LeBaron Briggs failing
Le Malade Imaginaire (Moliere)
— Excuse for being absent
Les Femmes Savantes (moliere)
— Sophomore girls
Les Trois Mousquetaires (Dumas)
— Fabri, Jones, and Kellen
La Question d'argent (Dumas Fils)
— Class dues
Bataille de Dames (Scribe)
— At the mirrors in the girl's room
SAVEZ-VOUS CES CHANSONS
La Marguerite — Mary Weild
Le Chant du depart — Class Song
Marche des Rois
— Reception and Grand March
INTERNATIONAL CORRESPONDENCE CLUB
First Row: A. Bittinger, M. Carvalho, J. Santos, M. Bodell, F. Cannucci, Miss Carey,
M. Baker, E. Shwom, E. Anderson, A. Riley, J. Beaver, K. Leonardi.
Second Row: R. Tubbs. R. Lanman, R. Silva, A. Beaman, M. Edes, P. Reinhardt. J.
Holmes, E. McEwen, B. Peterson, B. Studley, F. Mulcahy, M. Pascoe, A. Pederzani, P.
Douglas, D. Bodell, J. Cadorette.
Third Row: R. Grant, A. Govi, C. Addyman, B. Coggeshall, R. Holtz, B. Harlow, F.
Brown, S. Goldsmith, B. Barnes, I. Marvelli, A. Stein, E. Chadwick.
On entend partout
— That one of our teachers is going to
La Parisienne — Ellen Shaw
lis Etaient Quatre — J. Ryan;
R. Sampson; A. Morelli; M. Montimag-
gi; (History 3 C)
Aupres de ma blonde
Jour de lumiere
J'ai deux amours
— Mary Brigida
— Mary Curtin
JE ME DEMANDE SI:—
Thelma Bentley est si petite parce
(lu'elle a ete ecrasee quand elle etait un
Jones eessera jamais de grommeler et
Un etranger dans le refectoire pense-
rait qu'il est dans une bataille.
Le bruit dans les corridors pourrait
Les professeurs etaient jamais comme
S. A. S. veut dire Siecles Avant Succes
Nous sommes un peu irlandais? Les
couleurs de notre classe sont le vert et
Deux garcons pensent que le Noel est
encore ici? Avez-vous remarque les
chemises rouges et les cravates vertes?
La solution du grand mystere? Qu'est-
ce qui est arrive aux sandwichs de Car-
Nous sommes dans une nouvelle ecole?
Eh bien, souvenez-vous en!
3BAME Rumor is an evil vulture gorg-
ing herself on the carrion of innuen-
dos and exaggerations. This bird of ill-
omen may be pictured as having as
many prying eyes as there are feathers
on her body and just as many clacking
tongues, prating mouths, and straining
ears. She hovers over great cities, peer-
ing and prying into the lives of innocent
people. One small grain of rumor is tak-
en by this vile bird and, as she shrieks
and squawks the news into the ears of
men, the grain of truth, in passing from
mouth to mouth, becomes larger and
larger, like a snowball gathering weight
as it rolls. Finally the ball of rumor
swells to such proportions that it is as
an avalanche of lies thundering down to
obliterate the subjects of the cruel
Dame Rumor is cunning in her meth-
ods. She insinuates a drop of truth and
an innuendo into the ears of man. Man
accomplishes the rest with old Dame
Rumor always at his elbow to prompt
him. The horrid bird could not commit
her heinous crime without the aid of
man. Phyllis Johnson '37
O TEMPORA! O MORES!
The following is a student's concep-
tion of the meaning of Latin,
late — not on time
cur — dog, anything lowly
loco — crazy
post — a stick of wood
miles — measures of distance
mare — kind of horse
miser — one who hoards money
lux — brand of soap
mane — the hair on a horse's neck
nix — slang for no
'There is not another boy in town as
clever as my Charles!"
'Go on ; how is that?"
'Well, look at those two chairs. My
Charles made them all out of his own
head and he has enough wood left to
make an armchair!"
Sunday morning in a drug store —
"Can you give me change for a dime,
Druggist — "Certainly, and I hope you
enjoy the sermon."
Angry Customer — "Hey, I've found a
tack in this doughnut."
Waiter — " Why, the ambitious little
thing! It must think it's a tire!"
Student — "We have come to bury
Caesar, not to praise him."
Prof.— "Who said that?"
Student — "Some undertaker."
"There's a man outside who wants to
know if any of the patients have
Director of the asylum — "Why does he
Attendant — "He says some one has run
away with his wife."
A little fellow left in charge of his tiny
brother called out, "Mother, won't you
please speak to baby? He's sitting on
the fly paper and there's a lot of flies
waiting to get on."
IN THE HUDDLE
39 UE to the spring training and the
*** coaching ability of Mr. Knowlton and
Mr. Romano, the football team got off
to a good start early in September. The
team won five games and lost three.
There were no ties, which is an unusual
circumstance in football.
The winning of the first game over
Hingham seemed to give the boys en-
couragement, and led them on to a more
successful season. However, the second
game was lost to Abington, a more
powerful team. Not discouraged, the
team retaliated with four consecutive
victories. Because of Plymouth's lack of
weight, Weymouth won the next game
and, handicapped by the injury of Cap-
tain Giammarco, the only injury of the
season, the team lost its last game to
At the end of this game the following
members had played the last time for
Plymouth High School : Captain Giam-
marco, Carbone, Barbieri, Tassanari,
Montimaggi, Govoni, Tong, and Medei-
However, with Reggini, Wright,
James, Leonardi, Fratus, and Captain
Wayne Allen returning, the prospects
for next year are bright.
Captain G. Ferazzi, T. Giammarco, N.
Carbone, D. Harlow, and R. Webber.
UNDER THE BASKET
MLYMOUTH'S basketball season was
ir disastrous as far as victories were
concerned. The schedule resulted in five
victories as against twelve defeats. How-
ever, this does not determine the quality
of the team, for many of the games were
lost in the final quarter.
Coach Ingraham was handicapped be-
cause of the lack of experienced ma-
terial, for only three members of last
year's squad answered the basketball
The team was shut out of the South
Shore Tournament, held at the Brockton
Y. M. C. A., in an overtime period
against the Oliver Ames High School of
Because most of the players are re-
turning, the prospects for next year are
The players lost by graduation are:
WITH THE ATHLETES
The Slowest Dresser
Candidate for a debating team
Practical joker of the team
The twin that is a year behind the
What the well-dressed player should
The Dreamer (Another Columbus,
Laziest man this side of the canal
Potential Casanova on the squad
Not a flash in the pan
The One-Man Gang
One-Man Gang's Trainer
Modern Rip Van Winkle
Whose heart is in Bridgewater
The Galloping Ghost
It's the Irish he's after !
Wishes he was a Soph
The man who manages
Clamdigger de luxe
The Shy Newcomer
The Potent Pygmy
Fred Aataire of the squad
Very fastidious about his hair
Sauerkraut above all! (It's the Germ
Wit when Wit is needed
Robert Taylor's competitor
The Dashing Halfback (East is West)
William De Salvatore
Axle grease for his joints
Dinner for one, please, James
Leader of the swamp blockers
Lefty of the Big League
Just One Kiki
The Dear Slayer
G. Ferazzi '37
First Row: A. Medeiros, E. Leonardi, J. Caramello, N. Carbone, W. Allen, F. Barbieri,
Second Row: Coach Knowlton, E. Wright, E. Tong, M. Regini, M. Montlmaggi, T.
Govoni, T. Giammarco, L. Roberge, B. James, Coach Romano.
Third Row: T. Prentice, J. Darsch, M. Brewster, J. Silvia, G. Fratus, D. Furtado, S.
Fourth Row: J. Govoni, R. Silva, W. Kenny, E. Hamblin, G. Freeman, D. McDonald, H.
Malaguti, S. Shwom.
Fifth Row: L. Taddia, C. Omgenito, J. Farina, G. Pearson, John St. George, J. Govoni,
"Have you anything to say, prisoner, be-
fore I pass sentence?" asked the
"No, your Honor — except that it takes
very little to please me."
First visitor — "My dear, these cakes are
as hard as stones!"
Second visitor — "I know. Didn't you
hear her say, 'Take your pick,' when
she handed them out?"
First Row: B. James, M. Regini, A. Galvani, G. Ferazzi, T. Giammarco.
Second Row: Coach Knowlton, G. Freeman, N. Carbone, L. Roberge, R. Potts, J. Farina,
R. Harlow, W. Cohen.
BOYS' BASEBALL TEAM
First Row: G. Freeman, G. Ferazzi, D. Furtado, B Petit, M. Petit, F. Shea, M. Soleri,
Second Row: G. Fratus, R. Emond, J. Cavicchi, J. Darsch, J. Caton, A. Giovennetti, W.
Allen, R. Tassanari.
Third Row: D. Harlow, A. Darsch, H. Courtney, D. Fratus, R. Sampson, J. Demas, A.
Cristani, R. Hughes, Coach Knowlton.
7jT HE hockey season started aus-
piciously with our 2-1 victory over
Scituate. Our next game with Marsh-
field, an excellent team and our greatest
rival, could never be construed as a vic-
tory for our side. When we were visited
by the Hyannis hockey team, our feel-
ings were soothed by a victory of 2-0,
but, when we encountered them on their
home grounds, we were defeated by the
score of 1-0. These were only a few of the
outstanding games played by the high
school this season. Our team was, how-
ever, successful in winning five games,
tying two, and losing two.
It will be necessary to build a new
team next year as a large number of
the squad will graduate. However, Mrs.
Garvin feels that she has good material
to work with, and we wish her the
greatest success next season.
Although we were not so fortunate as
to go through a season undefeated, as
we did last year, we were still able to
appreciate the banquet given in honor
of the hockey and football teams.
The fine snowing of the first team was
made possible through the leadership
of Capt. Alice Wood and the following
Carol Handy, L. W. ; Mary Brigida, L.
I. ; Mar jorie Tracy, C. F. ; Jean Pearson,
R. I.;Tillie Bussolari, R. W. ; Capt. Alice
Wood, L. H.; Cynthia Drew, C. H.;
Betsy Drew, R. H. ; Phyllis Johnson, L.
F. B.; Mary Weild, R. F. B. ; Marion
While we have enjoyed a successful
season, we realize only too well the
credit belongs largely to Mrs. Garvin
for her thorough coaching.
SINK THAT SHOT
TT\ HE success of the team this year was
due to a great extent to the facilities
provided by our new gymnasium. Our
first game was played at Rockland, and
we are glad to report a 24 — 12 victory.
We were very much pleased to win our
next game, the first one played in the
new gymnasium. When we visited Mid-
dleboro, however, we were shamefully
defeated by the score of 7 — 21, but are
proud to say we avenged ourselves when
the Middleboro girls came here, for
we won by the score of 16 — 13. Our last
game at Whitman was a victory for our
opponents as we lost 22 — 23.
The girls played seven games, lost
two, and won five. The players who con-
tributed to this record were: C. Drew,
Captain; P. Lovell, P. Johnson, as for-
wards; M. Curtin, A. Wood, M. Brigida
The second team also deserves much
credit, for it lost only one of the six
games played. These girls were: M.
Tracy, Capt. ; B. Drew and B. Harlow as
forwards; M. Weild, V. Weston, and T.
Bussolari as guards.
,, Although Mrs. Garvin is losing all her
first team through graduation, we feel
that the Plymouth High School girls
will continue to turn in good records
under her excellent supervision.
Continued from page 43
arrivals. Florence has just been elected
Secretary of International Relations at
New Hampshire University, which, as
you may judge from the length of her
title, is a very great honor. It is not diffi-
cult for us in Plymouth High School to
realize why we should be proud of
And now, since the orchestra has
started to play, I must fold my "tents
like the Arabs and as silently steal
away." Mary Curtin '37
O Winter! where thy icy blast,
Thy snow-capped hills,
Thy gleaming parapets of snow,
Thy tracery and lace?
Hast thou, perchance, become a myth?
A flash of fancy?
Or hast thou some sinister design
To force upon us?
When Nature bids the blossoms bud
And leaves turn green,
Wilt thou, relentless , smite
The life within?
Fourscore days and nine thou hast
To rule the earth.
Do not linger at our gate.
We welcome spring!
Kathleen Farnell '30
Yesterday we heard positively the
last one on our friend, the absent-
minded professor. He slammed his wife
and kissed the door.
"Now then, what should a polite little
boy say to a lady who has given him a
penny for carrying her parcels?"
"I am too polite to say it, madam!"
As a steamer was leaving the harbor
of Athens, a well-dressed young passen-
ger approached the captain and, point-
ing to the distant hills, inquired. "What
is that white stuff on the hills, Cap-
"That is snow, madam," replied the
"Well," remarked the lady, "I thought
so myself, but a gentleman told me it
First Row: J. Pearson, C. Handv, P. Johnson, M. Weild, A. Wood, M. Tracy, C. Drew,
B. Drew, M. Lahey, T. Bussolari.
Second Row: A. Schreiber, B. Barnes, E. Coleman, J. Holmes, P. Lovell, J. Hall, E. Lee,
B. Harlow, C. Whiting A. Rossetti.
Third Row: C. Addyman, I. Albertini, H. Belcher, Mrs. Garvin, E. McEwen, L. Long-
inotti, I. Murphey, E. Fascioli.
GIRLS' BASKETBALL TEAM
First Row: M. Curtin, P. Johnson, P. Lovell, C. Drew, T. Bussolari, A. Wood.
Second Row: B. Harlow, V. Weston, B. Barnes, E. Coleman, Mrs. Gai'vin, B. Drew,
M. Lahey, J. Holmes, M. Weild, M. Tracy.
First Row: Charlotte Whiting, Marjorie Tracy.
Second Row: Harold Morelli, Henry Bastoni, Vernon
KEY TO FACULTY
"I hear that Jones left everything he
had to an orphan asylum."
"Is that so? What did he leave?"
"I'd like to get a lawnmower."
"I'm sorry, sir, but we haven't any."
"Well, this is a fine drugstore!"
Restaurant Manager (to orchestra con-
ductor) — "I wish you'd display a little
more tact in choosing the music. We've
got the National Association of Um-
brella Manufacturers here this even-
ing, and you've just played Tt Ain't
Gonna Rain No More' !"
The editors wish to thank Miss
Judd and her typists for assistance in
the preparation of copy for "The
MUSIC — STILL A CAREER!
A fact as well as a title! — graphic proof of
which can be read from the experience of one
of this June's graduates of the New England
Consei-vatory of Music. A young man of both
fine character and splendid attainments, he had
been advised by the Placement Bureau of the
Conservatory to write to an extensive list of
schools. It took more than a few polite negative
replies to deter him from his quest. Finally
there came the letter whose tone was favorable.
An interview was arranged; later in the week
the superintendent visited the classes in which
the candidate was engaged in practice teaching
(his field was public school music) — with the
result that the youthful candidate was ap-
pointed to an excellent position in the schools
of a sizeable New England city — and, one is
happy to add, a substantial beginning salary.
While it cannot be denied that a few chang-
ing circumstances in the world of music have
brought discouragements to workers in this
field, opportunities for the really talented and
well trained have undoubtedly widened. Most
schools have enlarged and improved their music-
departments — providing additional positions
for music teachers. The same has held true in
private schools; formerly many private schools
depended upon the part-time services of local
teachers, but within the past few years, they
have engaged musicians as important additions
to their full-time faculties. Growth of music-
departments in American colleges has defin-
itely made the field of college music teaching
Generally improved standards of music — in
which it cannot be denied that the radio has
played an important part — have increased the
demand for capable private instructors. Within
the past few years piano manufacturers have
experienced phenomenal growth in sales. It is
obvious that these instruments are being
bouerht to be played upon — and those who learn
to play them must be taught.
In all-around musical activity, many fresh
opportunities have made themselves felt. The
radio — to mention it again — has demanded the
services of skillful, well-schooled performers.
The larger stations retain trained orchestral
performers as part of their regular staffs.
Growth of municipal musical activity of one
sort and another has afforded many young
musicians ample opportunities of winning a
livelihood in a field in which they feel they
There is every reason to hope for steadily
increasing opportunities for the musician. Pro-
vided a student possesses the requisite amount
of talent and aptitude, and (a most important
factor) makes sure of obtaining his musical
education in an institution whose standards are
unquestioned and unouestionable, his hope for
future success should be eaual to those he
mig-ht form in the contemplation of other fields
Doctor — "Deeo breathing kills bacteria.
Patient — "But how can I make them
Prestige and Your Future
In Music or Dramatics
Throughout seventy years students have come from all parts of the*
civilized world to obtain musical training in Boston. As trained musicians
they have gone forth to success as soloists, operatic stars, teachers, con-
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Prestige for graduates of —
Our students work in an environment
which stimulates accomplishment. The
instruction given combines those pro-
portions of theory, practice and public
experience found most helpful in 70
years of musical education.
Dean of Vacuity
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Advanced students are offered mem-
bership in the Conservatory Symphony
Orchestra or soloist appearances.
Dramatic students participate in a
Full Season of Drama programs. All
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Recognized Diplomas and Collegiate Degrees Conferred.
If you possess talents worth developing for a profession or an avoca-
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Member, Teacher, Opera Singer, Composer, Conductor, Actor, Dancer,
Radio Performer or Announcer, Little Theatre Director, etc. Our
training prepares you and our prestige aids you. Visit the school for
a personal interview or write to the Secretary for a complete, illus-
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54 THE PILGRIM
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You are better equipped to cope with the diversi-
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IT HAS BEEN OUR GREAT PLEASURE TO SERVE
BOTH THE HIGH AND JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOLS
DURING THE SCHOOL YEARS FROM 1929 TO 1937
High Quality Ice Cream
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Home Cooked Food
GIRLS' BASEBALL TEAM
First. Row: M. Curtin, P. Johnson, P. Lovell, C. Drew, B. Drew, V. Weston, T. Bussolari,
M. Tracy, B. Harlow.
Second Row: E. Fascioli, A. Beaman, E. Coleman, E. McEwen, M. Lahey, J. Holmes,
A. Shreiber, C. Whiting, A. Wood.
Third Row: A. Rossetti, R. Sampson, B. Barnes, H. Belcher, C. Handy, Mrs. Garvin, M.
Cingolani, J. Pearson, I. Albertini, M. Raymond, M. Fernandes.
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MITCHELL - THOMAS CO., Inc.
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Beautifully located on campus in
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121 Sandwich St., Plymouth Tel. 1623-W
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this advice. If you go to work for someone, put a few dollars out to
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COLLEGE OF LIBERAL ARTS
J Offers a broad program of college subjects serving as a founda-
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technical achievement. The purpose of this program is to give the
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